Jimbles Notronbo Vs The Multiverse

A fourth interlude

On Sunday, for the first time, jimbles drank some port.
He got it at a farmer's market, it was in one of those shiny plastic casket bags.
He drank it in the kitchen, chugging it directly from the bags faucet. He relished it's expired grape juice mixed with acetone taste.
"Slaves! Slaves! Drink this!" Shouted Jimbles, but his enslaved zootopians were not there, they were hiding. A smart move.
Jimbles, now drunkenly bored, walked to the portal machine and told it to open to a random location.
After a few minutes of nothing happening he remembered that the machine was manually, not vocally, operated.
He pressed afew buttons and the portal machine activated.
He got godart, his jetpack and fancy AR-15 and entered boldy into a new, soon to be corrupted location.