Adam, Gladys, and Dante ran into the front room.
Gladys said “That’s not the helmet guy, that’s–”
A levitating man raised one hand. “It is I, the Master of Trepanning!”
Adam stepped forward. Before he could speak, the Master continued.
“You! You are the apiarist who sought me? Well here I am. Behold my power.”
With a gesture, the Master caused a section of the drop ceiling to come crashing down.
“You want to speak to one who can bring your home down with mere thoughts? Speak your piece then!”
Adam cleared his throat. “Would you like to join us?”