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“You…left the keys…inside.”
“I mean you could say that…”
Chiaotzu flushed as Tien sighed. Their warm outfits were not doing nearly enough to ward off the icy wind of the Northern Wastes.
“Why did we even lock the door!? It’s not like we’ve got neighbours!”
“Force of habit…” The telepath brightened, grinned, lifted one hand. “Tien, we’re so dumb sometimes.”
Chiaotzu put his hand on the door. Bright blue energy crackled. The doorknob started to vibrate and glow. Then with a slight twisting motion it broke clean off.
The door swung open and Chiaotzu let out a triumphant laugh. Success!