Where?

You are transported to another dimension... seemingly. You are held up in the air by the collar of your shirt, which is suprisingly still intact. Damn those comic books. Looking down at the one who yelled at you, you see a glowing white full plate with a green hood over a dark shadow with a halo over it and wings popping out the back of the whole thing. Sheathed is a burning white sword, but in his free hand sits a huge stack of papers.

"Disencorporated obsolescence opium operation!" he punctuates.

"What? You're not making any sense!" you shout, a bit afraid. The 'angel' sets you down.

"Flatulate en route relatively ecstatic," he adds.

Suddenly, it all comes together. "OH!" you manage, and are returned to the street. The dog stares at you blankly and slithers into its rotten box. You switch momentarily to a toad and then back. Seems you can still shift shapes...but enough play! You have a new employer and it's time to get to work.

Written by Hypogryph (edited by phaedrus)

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