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[md_donighal]

...and tumble through a warbling synesthetic void. Michael hears blue and feels pungent. The entire universe is permeated with a strong odor of turpentine, fried onions and burning autumn leaves. Somewhere along the way, Kenobi loses his grip. A moment later, Michael sees the Convenient Nexus Couch™ again and sets a course for it.