"Heh, heh heh heh."
Eerie and shrill laughter echoed throughout the small world. The torn rift in space had yet to fully close, with the golden net and sparks still faintly visible. The toad creature squatting in the center of the magic circle dangled its blue-black tongue from its mouth, and with its bulging eyes half-closed, it stared in the direction of the glint of gold. Its voice, just like its tongue, was sticky and indolent, giving listeners an irksome itch:
"Heh heh... The ewe has already landed in the 'correct' place... We ought to speed things up a bit."