"Are you talking about Nolan bloody Bushnell?!" Probably the whole tavern is staring now. "Does that mean William Afton is a real man?!!" He's cracking now, unable to stop himself from laughing at the sheer ridiculousness. "Christ on a bike I hate this stupid fucking multiverse. When the barrier's down, I'm going to your universe and writing a letter to William Afton explaining that I'm from an alternate dimension and that in my world, people sexualize him on the internet. Just because misery loves company."

Gerry takes a massive gulp of beer, then sighs.

"Alright anyway. So it sounds like your Celia might be from my universe."