The land to which Dromo Rustlers expect to repair upon death. The streets are paved with gold. The beer flows like wine and the wine flows like beer. Great ham hocks grow on trees. All a rustler has to do is snap his fingers and ZAP! – a steak THIS BIG sizzling on a golden platter. He snaps his fingers again and ZAP! – a beautiful woman with breasts THIS BlG… sizzling on a golden platter. A Rustler’s passage to Keengdum Kuhm is usually booked by another Rustler.