Experimental Tek-nawl-uh-gee!

[Abidusray]

My fellow members of the Tower!

I have gathered you here today to present to you my crowning invention: the DoorGunâ„¢ (patent pending)!

With a small clunk, a spotlight shines on a sphere-like object resting on a table. Covered in duct tape, the device looks like it was thrown together over night in order to meet the deadline for a high school industrial design class. At one end, there is an opening, big enough for a hand to fit in. If one decides to brave whatever might have decided to take residence inside, they'll find two small rings: one for the index finger, and one for the middle finger. The other end has some sort of muzzle on it, and is surrounded by three bundles of pipecleaners, in assorted colors (only $5!) bent like mandibles and placed at equal distances around the opening.

This device will allow you to enter in to any room by simply opening a door! Allow me to demonstrate.

The sphere fits over my hand, making my forearm look like some sort of bad, home-made MegaMan costume. Grinning smugly, I point my arm at the wall and pull my index finger back, like I was squeezing a trigger. A small spherical object flies out of the end of the gun, hitting the wall with a small splat. It appears to be a paintball -- green pigment runs down the wall.

Now, here comes the impressive bit. Blink and you'll miss it.

A sudden white flash comes from no where in particular, blinding everyone in the room for a moment.

You blinked, didn't you. Well, look anyway.

I point towards the wall, which now has a very intent-looking pair of construction workers measuring and pointing at it with rulers and mens, chewing on their cigarettes. Then they assemble a small black box with two wires and a display on it, attach it to the wall, and run away from it.

You might want to cover your ears.

A short moment and one explosion later, there is now a large, rectangular hole in the wall. The workers procure wood from their pockets, and begin to build a door on it. Within minutes, they've finished, and there is now a wooden, structurally sound, debris-surrounded door in the wall.

And there you have it, folks. The DoorGunâ„¢ (patent pending)!

I turn to face the attendees, who can tell from my expression that this is the moment I've been waiting for since I began. I clear my throat.

Now you're thinking with doors.

[Cirrial]

*speechless*

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I'LL TAKE FIVE HUNDRED OF THEM.

Just a small query. Can we change the material of the door? I dunno, wood seems a little too... combustible. Now, thinking with doors I can do, but thinking with doors that are on fire? I don't think anyone's ready for that yet.

[Intyalle]

0_o

I am too sane for this place.

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That's a truly scary thought.