And so, some archimage got drunk and confused his drink, with one of those things worthy of inhabiting the dungeon dimension.
The big glass of gin and tonic got eyed by multiple eyes in a body, eyes shared by bodies and smelled by bodies without eyes. You know. The dungeon dimension is generally filled by tentacles. Of all these monsters, there were two who were bigger and meaner. They actually took a sample of that strange thing that had made it to their place.
That got the dungeon dimension to get blurry and distorted enough for the first tentacle to scurry off and enter a different universe. One in which a certain character was introducing himself to a gorgeous lady in a yellow dress.
He, no matter how prepared to risk his life under a bullet rain, wasn’t prepared for a big tentacle taking his Martini from his hand and pouring it into multiple mouths.