“I was given me drothers between the red and blue pills,” Periwinkle told Dora.
“That really happened?” she asked.
“You know,” he replied. “A pill, a drink, a box. It’s different each time. Me point is, here’s where it got us.
“It seems very mundane considering how we got here,” she reminded him.
“Duh,” he complained. “It can’t all be magic. There has to be some ordinary paperwork involved. People think the imagination is all colors and multi media spectaculars. You always have to fill out forms to get there though.”
“Yes,” she said. “Even the extraordinary is somewhat dull.”