"That's where I'm at, Tom. Come on down, the water's HOT! And all those women you guys seem to have such a hard time finding are all here as well!"
Right on, Miguel. Here's to the 7th Level, where the sun always shines, the chicks are hot, and the surf is eternally up. But I'm sure gonna miss cold beer. Sigh, I guess you can't have everything. Too bad Roman and all those packrafters are gonna be stuck in the 5th Level, where all the water is class I. I was sort of looking forward to having a loooonnng conversation with him. Ah, well, lots of other interesting characters will be there, I'm sure.
Ben, I don't think you're sufficiently profane to be admitted to the 7th Level. My guess is that you'll end up either in Purgatory or Limbo. Booorrrrinnnng.
