"Ha! See what my greatness can accomplish when you give me a little credit now and then?" Og'drimun boasted as he puffed up his chest.
Sentenza prodded the purple, fleshy surface with the barrel of his gun. It wobbled under the inspection. He raised an eyebrow and shook his head.
"Really? This is what all that chanting and mumbo jumbo did?" Sentenza remarked. "How is this supposed to help us?"
"Hah! Of course you wouldn't be able to understand. This complex reactionary trans-space artifact will easily pierce through the shifting dimensional matrix of the local sub-space reality inversion that radiates from this place." Og'rimun said with a mocking chuckle as he shook his head.
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"Uh huh," Sentenza said as he was rolled his eyes so hard they almost seemed like they were going to pop out.
"Whatever words you want to use, will it help us get through or not?" Lulu asked.
Og'drimun looked up at his creation. It looked like a basic room. It had four walls and one door like opening. It's just that the walls were made out of a purple flesh that had the consistency of a firm Jello.
"Help? Heh, I guess to put it in terms your simple minds might be able to comprehend, it has hijacked the carriage that is this place we're in, and can now steer it wherever it wants.
"Then what happened to the old carriage driver?" Sentenza asked as he scratched his neck.
"It isn't...it's not a one to one analogy," Og'drimun sighed in frustration. "But I guess it sort of did hijack the 'driver' of this place. They've essentially been cut off to fuel my masterpiece."
"So, it won't be moving around other places either?" Lulu asked.
"Wait," added Sentenza. "What does that mean if we aren't actively driving this place?"
Og'drimun gulped before he shook his head and waved his hand dismissively. "Nah, it'll be fine. It is sort of aimless without my direction, but that's not an issue. I didn't cut out anything too vital structurally."
Sentenza looked towards the regular walls and seemed to focus on the age and cracks that had appeared. "Nothing vital, huh?"