Ma Lu's forearm had vanished into the black hole.
Two meters away at a seat, the disappeared half of his arm reemerged.
He stroked Mr. Furball's belly twice, and the latter rolled over, muttering sleepily.
"No, no more, I have no money, I don't need... any paid services."
Ma Lu withdrew his arm from the black hole, flexed it a few times, and found nothing amiss.
"Interesting, is this a high-dimensional artifact?"
"High-Dimensional Artifact, oh, you mean those products from Creation Technology? No, no, this is considered a... local specialty of our dimension."
Mickey said, "Glad you like it, but it's getting late. Thanks again for your hospitality. I really should be going now, for real this time."
After saying this, Mickey assumed a diving pose and plunged into Ma Lu's cellphone, returning to its Steamboat Willie, tapping a rhythm with its foot, and humming a merry little tune.
