Indeed, it was a quandary. The bells were not ringing, yet the hunchback stood atop the tower, quarrelling with the man at his side. Just as Quasimodo pulled back his meaty fist, the slight man to his left fell gracefully backwards from the stone building, pulled off a quadruple flip, and disappeared into what could only be described as a quadrilateral portal! In any other situation, the slight man would have qualified for the high-dive competition, but as it were, he tumbled out the other side into what could only be described as a quaint garden soirée, was smacked on the back by a gentleman in pink, handed a fifth of whiskey, and complimented on his singing skills. Noticing the confused look on the slight man’s face (although not his out-of-date attire), the gentleman in pink waved his hand toward a group of men in stripes and said “they’ve been waiting for you. We all have! What’s a quartet without a fourth?” And with that, the slight man tossed back his fifth, joined the three as their fourth, and contemplated the quandary he found himself in.