It's your third shift at Junk-N-Stuff. Ray is in the back "restocking" — meaning admiring himself in a chrome toaster — while you dust a shelf of questionable knick-knacks. Your elbow bumps a dusty ceramic cat. It tilts. The floor lurches.

A hidden elevator panel slides open beneath you. You tumble into a vast underground chamber filled with glowing screens, high-tech weaponry, and what looks like a superhero headquarters. Ray slides down a fire pole, striking a pose.