It's about time you got clued in.

If you ever feel like... You're surrounded by phonies and snakes, and life is setting you up to become a fink. You have a you can't look like us, unless you live like us, mind set. While everyone's busy trying to predict the future, you've been looking at what can be done with the past. Then well, the Subterrane is filled with chocolate, and you've got yourself the golden ticket.

Everything we sell is platinum. We got signs, lights, furniture, and other digs all refined from top to bottom to fit in, with everything you need to stand out. Style is a game, and games have winners and losers. I prefer the former, don't you?