"Oh, hi, Sheka!" I greet from behind the counter at The Chocolate Spot. She glances at me as if shocked and starts to stammer. "Um... uh, what are you—I mean, how—"
"Did you forget I signed up to work here?" I laugh. "Now, what can I get for you?"
"Can I have some hot chocolate?" Sheka smiles gratefully.
"Sure, just... don't press anything while I go make it! Arr recently got a new installation of, well, buttons that do things. Lots of people have been trying to push them," I complain with a sigh, "but I have strict orders to make sure no one does!"
Sheka looks at the button panel with an awed expression. "What do they do?" she asks.
"I actually don't know. I'm going to go get your cocoa!"
"Okay..." Sheka responds dubiously.
I run to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. As I come back a few minutes later with a steaming mug, I see Sheka's hand heading toward a particularly alluring red button.
"No, wait!!" I yell, panicking. But it's too late! A trap door opens under Sheka's feet and she falls right through! I yelp and lean over the counter, peering into the hole.