"Sure, fine, install it for me."

"Yeah, okay, sure," he says, "you can install it for me, uh, please."

"Sure, right away, sir. My name is Melli, by the way. I hope you appreciate our delivery, sir." She pulls a box cutter from her courier shorts like she's pulled the same one out a zillion times before. She slices the doormat's plastic, top to bottom, and flops the mat down on the stoop in front of the door, stepping back to make room for it.

Then, one white, sporty 1-inch sole sneaker after the other, she steps onto the mat, and pulls from her back pocket a small electronic pad. "Sign for the delivery and installation, please, sir, and do leave a rating or comment if you like, would you?"

"Nah, why would I sign for this thing? I ain't payin' for this, if that's the..."

"Sir, if I may," she says, with such a politely determined smile that Johnny's mouth just hangs mid-sentence. "This is a Domains Delivered Godmat, Sir. This mat lends to the abode beyond, and that abode's dweller, the unlimited power of God, bound only by the edges of the domain..." and she continues, but both she and Johnny are kinda zoning out, the understanding of the doormat somehow already formed and accepted anyway, the implications now flooding their minds and distracting them.

Melli, having delivered hundreds upon hundreds of Domains Delivered items, and installed most of those for her clients, has never delivered a Godmat before, and until spouting its product description from memory, had never heard of it, or at least thinks she hadn't.

Johnny, high and generally kinda uninformed, doesn't question the Godmat. Instead, he simply questions how best to use it first, for sex, for power, or simple for the lulz.

"Yeah, yeah, okay, so if I sign for it, it's mine, no payment, or anything? And you just go?" Johnny asks Melli.

"Yes, sir, and if not, well, I'll uninstall it and be on my way." She bites her lip, still only sort of realizing that there's a little more to the situation than a standard delivery. A third option exists, right now, which is where Johnny Dope, now god of this domain, does anything he wants to with her, and her little signature and digital pad have become completely irrelevant, since she is, already, standing on the Godmat.

"Yeah, one sec, stay there," he says, and goes back into the apartment. He grabs the bong, and lighter, from the coffee table, and takes big rip as he walks back up to the door. Cheeks puffed up full of smoke, he pulls the door fully open and smiles at the courier girl Melli. "You ever smoke weed, Mel?" he says, and blows a big stinky cloud of weed smoke in her face, because both of them know that right now, no matter if it's gonna require a signature or a divine will, Melli can't leave that door mat on her own.

"Uhhghu, uhhghu," she coughs, squinting and retching.