"You! Don't touch that." Artie slipped on his purple gloves and glared at the person getting ready to touch the artifact sitting deceptively innocent on the side table by the sofa in the lobby. There was no telling what this pocket dimension would do to it. Everything he knew about the artifacts went out the window. What was dangerous, now wasn't and vice versa. Luckily, he'd been sucked in to this pink hell with a canister of neutralizer.

"Very carefully take a few steps backward. That's Franz Mesmer's Magnets."