Rebel: …and that’s how I started my motorcycle gang, the Gnomes of Mayhem.
Sprightly: Woah. Far out, man. Can I tag along sometime?
Passionate: Yeah, me too! I wanna feel the wind in my beard!
Rebel: …uh…err… Hey, what’s the lazy one up to over there?
sprightly: man these young folk really know how to knock one back! It's nothing I can't handle though
reliable: uh guys... maybe we shouldn't be enjoying ourselves too much... this is a place the witch sent us to after all!
rebel: rebel gnome?... more like red bull (and vodka) gnome amiright
Crawling through a mysterious hole in the wall, the gnomes have transported themselves into another world.
They found themselves crawling out of the bartender's table.
This doesn't quite look like home yet, but at least the gnomes can grab a drink and a snack.
Martian sitting next to Mr. Passion: *happy alien noises* Mr. Passion: *holds out a hand* "Where I'm from, this is how we say hello!" Mr. Rebel: "Back off. She's with me." Mr. Surprise: "Guys! I know I said drinks are on me but this is ridiculous!"