The Emperor of Mog

Sure, his theories on alternate concurrent dimensions were confirmed, and his portal mechanism was self-sustaining, but as he was being dragged in chains before the emperor, he had time to reconsider his testing methodology.
He’d first tossed a crumpled piece of paper through the opaque portal. Next, he slung his yo-yo through, returning with no apparent damage. But even after he threw his dog Freckles through the portal and she returned when he called, Marshall was worried that this could have been some other effect and his biases made it seem like confirmation.
So, he stepped through.And he was immediately wrestled to the ground and arrested for trespassing in the emperor’s harem.
Marshall already felt sunburned under the odd orange sun, which was probably why the population ranged from a metallic green to deep purple. Overseers barked at serfs from the backs of six-legged reptiles and yanked at Marshall’s chains.
The slave caravan entered the walled city, and Marshall was led to the place of judgement. His captors removed his chains, leaving only his wrists shackled.
Braziers burst into torrents of flames, and a massive red-eyed visage appeared over the throne. “Kneel before the throne. Or else…” boomed and echoed through the hall.
Marshall trembled. Finding it hard to get enough air, he was rooted to the spot. He screamed at himself to bow, wanting to look anywhere than at the horrid face.
That’s when he saw a tapestry along one wall moving as if in a breeze. Having seen Wizard of Oz, he suddenly realized what was going on.
Marshall bolted from his place, chased by guards. He threw aside the curtain.
Cooks looked up from their work of preparing the last prisoner who refused to kneel before the throne.
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