The towering Shoehorn vehicle emerged on a rocky hill with a smoky entourage, overlooking an inky shore.
A thin silhouette staggered out from the only visible doorway of the Shoehorn, and walked to a spindly edge of the hill. This sudden motion frightened a twisted black cat, sitting in a regally-pronounced stance somewhere offscreen.
The Shoehorn released a mechanical cough, and proceeded to exude greenish smoke.
The thin silhouette spun around once before stopping, as if chasing a sign posted to his back. Stopping, the silhouette emitted a calculated "Hah!" and put arms akimbo. Gazing at the turbulently venomous sea, the silhouette reflected "Sod off, it's back where we started!"
