Ouch. That looks like it hurts.

As the matchbook on the left suggests, the odd building was once the Marquette National Bank - but before that, it was the Scandanavian Bank, drawing on the rich and timeless connections between Nordic moneylenders and ancient Nile-based empires.

Step through the doorway to thrift! And not a curse. No, sir, not a curse at all.

The bank still exists, but appears to have gotten out of the ordinary-person business.

As you can see, the parking ramp looks nothing like a parking ramp, right up until the moment someone mistakenly steps on the gas and shoots their car out the side of the building. Then it looks very much like a parking ramp. Well, not exactly; there would be a few moments in which the brain attempted to process contradictory information, I suppose.

What the many carvings on the building may mean, we don't know; it's possible they're like the T-shirts with nonsense arrangements of Japanese characters, or Engrish slogans on a Japanese T-shirt.

Here we see a slave offer a cup of hydraulic fluid to a crashing Concorde jet.

Corn dogs! Getcher corn dogs! Fresh and hot corn dogs! Kids love 'em! Gods love 'em!