[Lance glances up from finally cutting his own pancake, giving Ian a faintly amused look.]

Which part, that I haven't had pogs in like twenty years?

[But okay, for real--]

It was called the Door, and it was pretty much how I described it. It was a way to move between different dimensions, but it had its own sort of sentience and was alive in some sense. It was also broken for a long time, which didn't help how erratically it behaved.