Imagine bothering Pinhead by summoning him in odd places.
You had gotten the idea from those Statefarm commercials. Okay, so maybe this was one of the worst ideas that you ever had but it as also the one that had you giggling the most. Having a humorless cenobite as a lover was far from dull but you still wanted to spice things up every now and again.
You had the puzzlebox down to a science, knowing exactly which way to turn the pieces, which to press down, which to extend in order to bring your love to you. Sure, it was a little tough to slip into the McDonalds play place considering you were an adult, but you managed with only a few dirty looks from parents.
You caged yourself up the way that you used to do as a child when your own parents were ready to leave and threatened to come up to get you, finding a bubble and propping up one of the blue mats to block anyone else from coming in. And with giggles, you started to work the box, a little twist here, a push here, pull there, and voila.
The blue light filled the space, shooting out through the plastic window, making people squint as they noticed it. You had prepared yourself by closing your eyes, knowing how bright it could be.
A thwack sound. You suddenly felt yourself becoming squished as space grew very limited. A face came into the brightness, and had hit itself against the colorful ceiling of your little spot. A groan. Followed by a moan.
“Hey, welcome to McDonalds, do you want fries with that?” You asked, holding onto your stomach as the giggles overtook you from watching the confusion pass over that pierced face.