[This is what kills him, because the exact moment that he decided his subconscious couldn't be stretching this out, it has nothing to do with the water or the currents or the overstocked wardrobe; not even the walking talking oversized hedgehog, really. No, see, if his subconscious was gonna give him what for, he would have never in a million years thought that there'd be some metaphor in there for not killing Beat.]

I mean, do we have to go along with whatever these pimping producers tell us to do? Hell no. But as far as I can tell, we're all seeing the same things. Lots of people. In big groups. All in front of each other, too. That's not how unbelievable things usually go, is it? Let's go over it again, Beat. Shouldn't we call that Host asshole "Mr. Trump" just to get on his nerves? [Jokes. Jokes are at some point going to be good again.]