So it's the cracked-out version of Limbo, then. Fantastic.

He can't help but think that, but he knows it's not true. Besides, Arthur's version of Limbo would be nice and neat and orderly, and not feature huge singers warning him about rapists, dragons, and gender-bending food.

"Watch my ass, watch out for dragons, and watch what I eat," he sums up. "Is there anything else I need to know?"