I was expecting smoke and fire, instead it was just a sudden switch from the chair being unoccupied, to a rather boring looking young woman in a red business suit sitting in it, shuffling papers.
"Riches, lover, power?"
I was too thrown to speak.
"Were you after the full package? Sadly we no longer offer that after Genghis Khan found a loophole."
"I need knowledge!"
"That falls under power. Cosmic, secret, future?"
"Uh... Cosmic? I guess?"
She looked over the rims of her glasses, and noticed the tentacles squirming out of the hole in reality.
"Oh, you want pest control."
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