a knife is thrown at the wooden countertop in order to stop the drip. It sticks and holds the paper at such a crazy angle it works.

the shockwave of the knife inadvertently rips space and hatches open a rift in time  above the corner of the kitchen revealing the bosses smoking their cigars. The boy looked up and witnessed the host through this pineal peep hole that was not nor ever going to be annonymous, but for the moment was meant to momentarily be heard.

"...doesn't know what he is doing he is not even clair):*¡.nt yet. ...But he knows about the infighting mechanism"

then without turning, without acknowledging their mouse hole observer of their grand farce of clandestine cosmic meetings of the intelligences; the one closest to the boy swung his massive arm around and slammed shut the doorway.

Add a quarter cup pour over coffee, half the mug of sweet scream, and fill to the brim with hot water, enjoy!