The sun shines, lit by the plaque from the gods' teeth. The monsters crawl through the grass in search of the tears of angels. This is where dreams come from, where the moon is actually cheese. Wallace and Gromit's heaven. The wind blows here and you can see it. As well as the effects of the wind on women wearing skirts, and it is good. It is never cold her, since the gods know not cold. The ocean takes no lives and the sharks are for petting. The sand doesn't annoy as the sand castle is built and the waves don't come to thrash handy work. The alcohol is strong here but you don't have to taste it twice, ever. It isn't even needed to make the women easy, and diseases are unheard of so full pleasure is guaranteed.