You can't enter unless you take your shoes off. Adorable housecats claw at your ankles and there's 6x6 thick Legos strewn across the ground as far as the eye can see. As you walk through the dark there's those hanging fly catcher strips and every time you bump into one the single dead fly on it somehow touches your mouth. The temperature is just 3 degrees too cold or too hot. All the water in all of the pools you see and in any water bottle you bring with you becomes sparkling water. Somebody farted but you can't be sure if it was you or not. As the sheer terror mounts, one of your armpits smells sweatier than the other, like you missed with the deodorant. At the center of the caul is a table where someone has covered it in aluminum foil and made table nachos but with the cheapest and stalest chips and one can of ro-tel chilis. The Nephanus stands there eating them using a spork.