At the crux of all dimensions and worlds there's this little hole in the wall. It's kind of hard to spot, but it's right about where everything folds in on itself, you know? The patrons named it God's Place and it seems to have stuck.
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It was pure gasoline, tasted like cough syrup. This drink is making me question the universe and existence and why God would let this monstrosity live.
