The Tavern at the End of the Universe

Imagine the worst possible situation you could ever be in. Maybe you\'re surrounded by hungry wolves only armed with a plastic spork, maybe you are having dinner at Charles Manson\'s house and the two of you are having a REALLY awkward conversation about black people, or maybe you\'re just walking around New York, knowing nothing about baseball, with a Boston Redsox cap on because you just thought it was a REALLY neat looking red B. Whatever the case, imagine that. Now imagine that in your moment of need, a giant medeival style tavern falls out of the sky, crushing the wolves, Manson, and the angry mob all in one go! Now imagine a cute girl opens the bar doors wide and invites you to join her inside with creatures from all sorts of dimensions and wacky worlds, getting fucked up on mead in a 24 hour interdimensional party! There\'s only one option to take here!