"So there I was, on the beach - and I turn around, and it's not a beach anymore."
"What?"
"Yeah. Now it's this field. Flowers all over, bugs. And smack dab in the center - there's this THING. I don't even know how to describe it - like some kid's art project made outta raw steak."
"Who would let their kid - "
"It's just a metaphor, okay? Let me finish the story."
