Pink Floyd's Dusty Flat

Careful with That Portal, Eugene

"Wow, this is trippy." Roger remarked as the four men were falling into a spiraling abyss.

"Uh-huh." Nick agreed. Rick was making a strange noise.

"Uh, Rick? You okay? Is this not what you expected to see?" Syd asked, concerned.

"Y-yeah, hold on, I'm just throwing up." Rick stated nonchalantly.

"Oh, okay." Syd replied. Then, the abyss became a bunch of bubbles, and the men all fell into the bathtub.

"Sorry, lads, I don't swing that way." Nick said as he hopped out the bathtub. He immediately slipped and fell, yelling, "Ow!! My ass!!" Syd laughed.

"Maybe you do swing that way." Syd said. Nick started to beat the shit out of him.

"Okay, thanks." Syd replied gratefully.

Everything seemed relatively normal in spite of the situation—Roger was eating the bubbles, as usual. Rick was playing a kazoo, as usual, and Nick and Syd were beating each other up. As usual. They sat there for a while, and eventually Roger spoke up.

"Well, what the fuck do we do now?" Roger asked, getting bored of eating his bubbles.

"Not sure." Rick said, and then resumed playing "Careful with That Axe, Eugene" horribly on his kazoo (yes, even the screaming). Just then, a hole opened up in the ceiling and a peculiar man fell through.

"David, is that you?!" Nick shouted, hoping his friend had come to join them on their strange adventure.

"Why yes, it is me." Nick was confused at this remark, since the voice sounded nothing like David's.

"Is that really you? How come you sound so different?" And then Nick looked up from his fight with Syd, and shrieked in pure terror, "DAVID?! WHO THE FUCK GAVE YOU PLATFORM BOOTS AND A STRIPED BODYSUIT?!"

"I gave myself these! I worked very hard with different designers to make them happen." David(?) replied. It couldn't be--was that....David Bowie?