"It's supposed to be torture, right? It's supposed to fork with us, that's the whole point," he glances around. "What better way to do that than to make us think we're in The Good Place when we're actually not? Makes sense to me."

It's some insane bullshirt, to be sure, but he wouldn't put it past them. This is the same bullshirt that the Crooked Man pulled. Making people think they were safe and cared for when it was just him and the Tweedles-

The Tweedles.

He cants his head, stares at R some more the kid is so familiar why does he knows this kid? Why do the Tweedles matter all of a sudden? He doesn't even like the Tweedles. Then he stares around him. A rather large penny drops. Oh. Oh fork.

"God forkin' dammnit. This is forkin' Wonderland."