I am sorry, sir . . .

. . . but the gentleman from Seattle must be mistaken.

Let me assure the gentleman that we do not have any cellar, here.

My understanding is that the club keeps its stock in a pocket dimension attached to the bar by a hyperdimensional link.

And before the gentleman asks: no, the gentleman won't find any attic, either.

Nothing below, and nothing above, sir.

The simple truth is that there is nothing beyond the fourteenth floor of The Wulfshead, sir.