Mr. Irving mumbled something to the stone vase he was holding while the imps were preparing the Teleport.

The big-eyed creatures with horns had the most serious facial expressions, they were very proud of their work. Mr. Irving was watching them carefully.

The imps were filling three bowls. One bowl was full of colored marbles that were mixed together based on a mathematical formula to convey to the Teleport the right coordinates. The second bowl was filled with items that originated from the target world. This time, it was a dirty wooden spoon, some coins, and a six-sided angular stone. The last bowl didn't have anything to do with the destination. It was just a bowl of stew to satisfy the Teleport, otherwise, there was a chance it dumps the traveler into the infernal plane.

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Mr. Irving stroked his silver mustache. Good, good. They didn’t hold back on the stew today, he felt mildly positive.

A small cloud of white smoke escaped from Mr. Irving’s vase and a fly zipping by inhaled it and shook its head as if it has just awoken. It spoke: “Oh Warner, I wish everyone stopped being so serious about this! Every cracking time! It is just a humungous marble-eating gelatinous cube that digests us into another world!”

The imps heard this, they looked horrified and deflated. One of them even dropped some marbles on the floor.

“Shut it, Tox. Back to the vase,” Mr. Irving muttered to the fly, then squashed it with his fingers.

Then he turned to the imps: “My apologies ladies and gentlemen. I assure you, you have my strongest admiration.”

The Teleport consumed the bowls and roared, satisfied. Mr. Irving and his vase entered the gelatine.