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You whip out your appropriately-sized microphone and quickly jam it into the peephole. The unsuspecting smoke demon slams into the mic head, slipping through the metal grill, passing the magnetic coil and wires carrying electrical signals. A bizarre corruption of physical laws handily traps the demonic lady inside of the night-black, dragon bone handle.
  1. Apologize and see if the demon still wants to journey to Pregnancy Island.
  2. Check to see how the other dinner guests are reacting to the thing that just happened.
  3. It's time for a break, worry about that stuff later.