Looks like they got bored and spiced things up with cages and coffins later. I woke up in a damn cage and after the shit going on back home, I wasn't in the best mood to deal with it, either. So, that makes two of us. Cheers?

[He sounds as tired and grumpy as he feels just thinking about it. Enough so that he almost finishes his first cheap drink. What's next but the love locomotive? A lame attempt at selling boxed wine if he's ever seen it.]

Were you even at that carnival? Besides the cages, it was pretty fun, I guess.

[Then, after ordering that lame ass name for a boxed wine. For two. Why the hell not?]

Well, did the other shoe drop?