This Fuller Brush salesman hasn't had a sell since 1924 and he's getting a bit desperate.
How does this all work, considering the universe we live in and not one whose basic building block is jello. The skeleton's right arm would have to be connected at the elbow, and who, again, discounting a universe of pushy skeletons, shoves open the door with the hand opposite the door handle?
Oh, wait, I know, a world where the doors have no handles.
Ferrell Publishing, where no art went back for mark-ups, ever.