While they were waiting in matchmaking, the medium asked,
"By the way, what's so strange about my establishment?" she asked.
"What's so strange?" Chuck repeated. He thought for a moment and then replied
"First of all, there was this rancid bald midget loitering outside the door. He stopped me and got up all in my face asking if I heard the good news about someone called "Immanuel Gott Mit Uns Kant." I told him I wasn't interested and he said that I was "filtered" and that I had something called "normie cognition." By the time I got past him he had started yelling at me in german. When I tried to talk to your receptionist, she just handed me a picture of that one chick from that 80s teen movie. You know the one."
"The Breakfast club."
"Yeah. Anyway, she had written her response on the picture. But when I tried to follow her directions, I got lost in those stupid hexagonal rooms full of bookshelves. How fucking big is this place anyway? I met this guy inside. Said his name was Martin Schroeder. I asked him how to get out but he just started talking about how people were reading his book. Finally he pulled this giant fucking book off the shelf, opened it in the middle, and I swear to god I was doped on battery acid looking at that page. But somehow I just knew where to go, like it was a map that only the unconscious mind can read."
"What's your point?"
"My point? My point is you got a bunch of sickos working here."
The medium got up and turned her back to him to face the life-size portrait of Adolf Hitler on the wall.
"Indeed," she mused. "Did you know I used to be the most informed Husserl Scholar in North America?"
"Uh... who the fuck is Husserl?"
The medium sighed.
"Never mind." She paused. "But Chuck, aren't you rather strange yourself? I mean, you heard what I said the other day. Your death will cause a major shift in the timeline."
"What are you talking about?"

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