Buddy, this place isn't like anywhere. Half the animals are on fire, some of them can read your mind, there's no government to speak of, and on top of that the food's weird.

[Blake gets a look of terrible sadness.]

Why would you make shrimp-flavored potato chips, huh? Who would do that?

But you know the weirdest part?

[Blake glances around, then leans in toward the screen.]

It's not so bad once you get used to it.