Watch Ziggy's face screw up in consternation as he works this little doozy out. Trapped in a Carollesque nightmare, or perhaps something out of Escher, making heads or tails out of this door seems to be out of the question.
The nauseating color scheme in this facility, taken with the door's confusing message, seems to point toward some sort of behavioral study. But when did I volunteer?, Ziggy thinks to himself,
And why do I hear laughter from the other side of that large mirror on the wall?
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Maybe it's in the vein of Magritte?
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