It’s midnight. You’re once again mindlessly scrolling through your phone instead of sleeping, when you drop it on the floor. You groan, and roll closer to the edge to pick it up, but before you can, something beats you to it. A scaly, black hand with claws that could shred metal has your phone in its clutches, and is lifting it up to you.

It speaks in slow and uncertain English…

“You… dropped this?”