The clattering, clunking object that Nice Guy pulled from the box was a mystery. What could it be? I was made of some kind of shiny material with small sticks attached, forming something that looked like a wall. I had no idea what I was supposed to do with such a thing. It wasn’t long before I learned that the object was not for me. Nice Guy picked it up and carried it out of the Other World and disappeared through the far portal in the Slippery Ground Land. Well, I guess I know where I rate in this clan!