A cantina between worlds. Gods, puny and mighty are here. There's some kind of game they play with mortals like me there, like flicking your finger into someone's face when they look down at it on their chest. But meta. The sauce bottles on the table are dancing and trying to make me look behind, arrows appear on the table, look back! Look back! When I finally do look around a god pulls me through an atom-hole and spins me around with a Ta-Dah-Ding! noise as he laughingly pops me back on the chair very dizzy. Sentient casin-o drinks bots crowd me, Drink! Drink? they yell. I can't work out how to say no.