[1900. Ancient history. The clothes were cool, but the city smelled bad and Mordecai wonders how everyone lived their daily lives without telephones.

At least they're talking with a fellow bartender. It's an underappreciated job, and they can't cause the owner more trouble than he's used to. And judging from his reaction, they're pushing the limit.]

If it ain't obvious, we're not from around here. [He glances at Ed. He can trust Ash with the truth, but he checks for any sign apprehension on his face before continuing.] We're from other universes. All of us. And we got an interdimensional problem we have to take care of..