Action: Celeste approaches a closed door in an apartment complex. From behind the door, we hear, "fwap fwap fwap".
Celeste: Wortle, is that you?
Action: Celeste opens the door and peers inside. From within, we hear, "fwap fwap... Ungh ungh!".
Celeste: Hello? Oh hi, Wortle's dad. What are you-
Action: A torrent of viscous white globules shoot out from within the room, directly at an astonished Celeste.
Action: Poor Celeste stands at the doorway, shocked and dripping with the sticky white fluid. Lortle, Wortle's dad, appears at the door holding a towel.
Lortle: Hoot, ah, little girl, not that I expect a child to be overly punctilious, but that door was closed for a reason.
Lortle: Also Wortle is at his violin lesson.