Human Dorothy, Gazoopi and the Trick Pet Lobster

Dorothy had been minding her own business, running her intergalactic space diner, nestled amongst the swirling nebulas and the distant twinkling stars. The scent of sizzling space bacon filled the air, while the hum of jovial chatter from an array of alien species provided a comforting ambiance. Suddenly, she found herself whisked away to an alternate dimension.

As she looked around, the peculiar surroundings disoriented her. The sky was an odd shade of chartreuse, and the air was thick with an unidentifiable musky odor. The terrain beneath her feet felt spongy and emitted faint, eerie whispers with each step she took.

As Dorothy continued to take in her peculiar surroundings, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in a nearby pool of shimmering liquid GOO. To her horror, she realized that she was a disgustingHUMAN in this alternate dimension. Her once borg-eriffic eyes were now dull and ordinary, and her hands, previously adorned with powerful machinery capable of pulling hot pots directly out of the oven had become soft, vulnerable skin. The feeling of her human body repulsed her, leaving her longing for the comfort of her robotic form. Despite her unease, she knew she needed to find a way back to her own dimension and regain her true identity.