001 [Voice]

[iamjoesjournal]

[starts out a bit muffled/distant sounding, like he's holding the receiver away from his face and/or covering the mouthpiece]

What are you doing? Why are you--what? ...Hey, YOU talk to them! I'm not--Tyler? TYLER! ...Shit!

[fumbling noises and a loooong pause before he says anything...]

...Hello?

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[nottoodumb]

Uh...Hello?

[iamjoesjournal]

[pauses again...talking to people is not his strong point]

I...can I ask what's going on here? Do you know?

[nottoodumb]

Yeah, but you better listen up, because I ain't gonna repeat myself...

This town's called Mayfield, no one seems to know where it is.

You're probably livin' in a house full of these drone people that swear up 'n down you're their father/husband.

Also, ya might wanna just give up asking questions and figur' things out for yo'self. 'cause no one 'ere's gonna give ya any straight answers.

[iamjoesjournal]

I am, actually, and I was wondering about... Why do they keep doing that?

Well if they don't give straight answers, how does anyone figure anything out around here?

[nottoodumb]

Dunno. Apparently they've been marred to some alternate you for a long time. Or at least that's what that one lady told me.

Like I said, find out for yo'rself. I mean it can't be that hard.

[iamjoesjournal]

[SIGH, mutters something that sounds a lot like "this can't be happening..."]

[nottoodumb]

But hey, there is good news, apparently a friend o mine got stuck with people that didn't know him. So there's still hope, ya know.

[iamjoesjournal]

Hope for what, that I'll get stuck with someone I don't know?

[nottoodumb]

No, I'm talkin' about the fact ya don't have ta put up with some broad who thinks she's y'ur wife.

[iamjoesjournal]

But I AM dealing with some broad who thinks she's my wife!

[nottoodumb]

Hey, calm down. I think ya missed my point. I'm just sayin' that if a real person moves in ya don't have to deal with it.

[iamjoesjournal]

[deep breaths, Jack, deeeeeeep breaths]

I don't really understand...

[nottoodumb]

Look, I 'ave a friend 'ere, he got dropped into a family full of people who were already stuck 'ere so he was spared the humiliation of bein' called 'son'.

The people y'u and I are stuck with are apparently the locals who lived here before we came. So if we wait long enough, I pretty much figure someone's bound to come along and replace them like we replaced their real husbands. Get my drift?

[iamjoesjournal]

Yeah, I get it. But I don't see how it's any better.