“Why are you telling me you ripped a hole to another dimension through your washing machine? You been hitting the wine again?”

“For the record HONEY, I said the dryer.”

“That’s not the point here…”

He hand flipped up. “Follow me.”

He followed his wife into the laundry room. “Why is the dryer drawing glowing?”

She scowled. “Have you not been listening?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t believe you.”

She walked over the dryer and opened the dryer door. “Okay, have a look.”

He walked over, looked inside, pulled his head back. Shut the door. Something crashed into the door.