Crowley finally realized what she must be doing, and seemed confused. "I'm pretty sure, if various gods and goddesses can't get reality to budge, neither can you, darling. I'm afraid this is it." Her question of what to do had him shrugging.
"Get drunk. Find someone to fuck. Do be careful of the insanity that spreads in this place like a virus. Other than that, it's a world like any other. Do what you did before," Even if he was starting to reach the realization the suggestion might be hazardous to his health, or at least his business. "- Unless you're attached to the persona given you by this world. I assume you've checked your pockets?"