*The fully-healed Vincent Carbanzo collapses into a chair with extreme lethargy.*
Carbanzo: At least I won't have anyone bothering me anymore...
*Carbanzo looks at a machine he built six months prior. Based off technology he discovered in another dimension, this machine had been used to trap a large number of people in a pocket dimension and effectively erase all traces of their existence. Rather than split reality, Carbanzo thought, he could keep these dangerous individuals at bay by locking them in the one reality from which they could never return...*
Wart: ...The Gap Between Dimensions!
Mart: That doesn't answer my question.
Wart: This is the one plane of existence from which no one can truly escape without outside assistance.
Mart: ...Wait, are we rhyming?
Wart: I certainly hope not.
Mart: That's good. So how did you cross into the Gap?
Wart: How did I cross from the dream world to the real one?
Mart: I don't know. You never bothered to explain.
Wart: And I conveniently forgot, so let's just not ask any further questions.
Mart: Just one more-
Wart: N-
Mart: How do we escape the Gap Between Dimensions?
Wart: We don't. They do.
Mart: So the ones trapped here are myself and you?
Wart: You're singing now. Stop it. We are not doing a musical number.
Mart: I feel that we're being far too humorous and should focus more on the whole "evil" thing.
Wart: A capital idea. Now, as I was saying, because we're dead, we cannot be freed from the Gap. However, if an outside force were to cast the Gap open, these condemned individuals that you see before you would be immediately restored to existence.
Mart: And what would this outside force be?
Wart: Do you see this, brother?
Mart: That's... I have no idea who that is.
Wart: That is Dr. Vincent Carbanzo. He is the one who sealed these individuals in this prison dimension.
Mart: And he's the only one that can let them out?
*Wart smiles deviously.*
Wart: Martin, I'm going to explain to you how this multiverse works...
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Chaincaster: There it is... the Imperial Palace! Soon to be ours!
Middlethwomp: They will welcome us in, yes? No need to crush any hostile resistance?
Mushterston: As long as you leave your ideals of superiority at the door and let me do the talking.
*Mushterston and company get back into their Standard ATV (which isn't exactly the best arrangement given that there's only one seat and none of them have hands) and drive up to their destination.*
Mushterston: Hello! We're from the East Indigo Underground Company! We're here to meet with the Sarasaland royal family! We did schedule in advance...