Gad, those windows opening out of nothingness . . . the people who come out of them are unfailingly either depressing or angry (though incompetence appears to be another theme at work here). Nevertheless, when confronted by an inexplicable small window opening out of a big yellow void, a fairly safe response is to hand its occupant an unplugged toaster. By the time he can find a socket and start warming the thing up for some good old-fashioned hand burning, you can run far, far away to an entirely different section of the yellow void.
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