*Lokpihet keeps punching his cellphone*
Lokpihet: Come on! Change!
Orthos: You're gonna break it...
Lokpihet: There! ...Uh oh
*The phone now beeps. A vortex has appeared in front of them*
Deac: Wow. It seems your inability to use your cellphone has opened upon a portal to who-knows-where.
Orthos: You're the writer. So you must know where. So tell us.
Deac: That's not really been decided. Votes?
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