There is another knock at the door, which opens to reveal a bearded gentleman in a turban. Sadly he holds up an empty key fob. "Please to key the Singh?" he inquires.

A tentacle extends from the general direction of the Jell-o pit, holding a gleaming, jewel-encrusted key. The stranger's expression brightens. He takes the key very delicately and, nodding politely, departs, closing the door gently behind him.