"Excellent! Neither do we."
Next, I stumbled upon a knight. She was fully armored, sitting on a rock, eating instant ramen from a plastic cup.
"Name's Greta," she said. "Former captain of the Royal Guard. Got fired for using a folding chair in a jousting tournament."
Before I could ask follow-up questions, the ground vanished, and I fell through a series of pastel-colored clouds, landing face-first in a turnip field.
"We're going to die," I said.
