Twilight Zone, Wyoming-Style

What's this all about?

Someone is fond of stating the obvious.

And restating it.

Do I look fat in this?

Tucker - I'll sleep here.

Sure, Ben. And I get an upside-down adobe hut?

This guy says we should go inside.

Hey, Ben - one of his people left this here. Yeah, Tucker. I'm betting it was involuntary.

Ah, yes, Tucker. By introducing this twisted, old tree trunk into the center of the domestic sphere, the builder created a liminal space between past and present. It symbolizes our transition from a wild, unfettered existence to a hearth-loving, domesticated one.

Right, Ben. And these bar stools symbolize a transition from  sober to gin-soaked.

Now that's a load-bearing wall.

Really? No vacations or sick days and not even minimum wage?

Something tells me we might be in Minnesota.

What do you mean by trapped? And, why are we whispering?

Let's split before we're stuck on a curiosity shelf.

Ben - we gotta get out of here, but how do we get down?

Ben? Ben??

Qui suis-je et comment puis-je l'enfer sortir d'ici?

Faisceau nous up, Scotty!