BARWORLD! For all the years that BILL had served in the Troopers, with all the hard beds, hard heads & no creds, any booze on offer was probably embalming fluid, or worse. BARWORLD! An assignment there promised bubbly, brandy & beer galore–enough to give BILL’s right arms, both of them, at last some idea of just what they were for. But that was before Uncle Nancy’s Cross-Dressing Emporium & the Time/Space Resonation Nexus & the Hippy from Hell. They were enough to completely alter a person’s perceptions of reality &, like, totally bum him out.