When my dad and Uncle were younger, they took a job to clean out some old ladies attic. For some reason, the attic only had one crawlspace, and it was in the living room off to one side. So they pulled up a folding ladder, put it underneath, and my uncle climbed up and pushed the door up.
He popped his head through, and the attic, dimensions of space be damned, was an exact replica of the living room underneath it. Complete with lighting and doorways leading to god knows where.
My uncle closed the door, apologized to the lady, and they both took off. My dad said that his brother wouldn't talk to him until they were about a mile away. He just saw That look on his face, and when his brother said "we've gotta go", he didn't argue.
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