Clay came home from the work, growling to himself. He was tired (and looked) like washed shit.

"I don't have enough alcohol in my immune system..."

He groaned and went in his office. The only place where he could be alone and drink himself until he see flying cows. Clay pulled in his red robe and slumped down in the couch, quickly rethinking his life decisions before pouring himself from the whiskey and chugging it down in one massive sip.

He let out a weary sigh what came from the deepest and depressed parts of his pathetic soul, what did he do wrong in his existence? Clay thought and he was about to pour another shot, but he saw that the lights starting to move.

"What the fu...-"

Clay mumbled and rubbed his eyes, checking if not just the alcohol playing games with him. Then after this very professional arrangement that it wasn't from the alcohol, he standed up and moved closer to the wall. Clay was a bit hesitant and felt like Alice from Wonderland or how the fuck it was, but eventually he tried to push on the wall.

It immediately fell down (yes, he screamed) and an eye-scorching brightness hitted his eyes. He was in a "little" shock, see his office's wall just act like this and it wasn't the street what greeted him. It was a gigantic room and everything was 20×? 40×? bigger than him.

Then the brightness faded away, because a huge figure covered up the spotlights.