A liminal spaces enthusiast walks into a bar.
"Hey barkeep, pour me up a glass of your hardest reality warping liquor."
The bartender nods, pouring the man a glass of whiskey.
"Don't you mean strongest?" Asks the bartender, confused.
"I know what I said." Replies the man.

A few moments go past as the liminal spaces enthusiast looks around the bar, eyeing the different guests and the scenery.
"Ah," he says, taking a sip from his drink, "It's all coming together."