One moment, he was charging across the Fields, tearing through the endless torrent of minions; The next, he was weightless as if suspended in an underwater world. This familiar feeling of emptiness while visions of starbursts splash across his rose tinted reality. "Not again... Quafkit!" Ozythyl cursed in exasperation. "such impeccable timing as always!" Bob, merely snorted, unlike his master he loves these moments of serenity. 
Then space started shifting around him, with a roar he was sucked upwards, breaking the surface of this underwater realm. Suddenly, Ozythly found himself on a wide open grassland and before him was a colourfully stripped round figure. 
"Ahhh, Krumpus, what did I miss?"