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Fooker: An apartment with no outside doors or windows?
Trudy: It's *not* an apartment. It looks like one, but it's really a *cell*.

Fooker: But who would want to trap the two of us? Other than for blackmail...
Trudy: This is pretty elaborate for blackmail. *I* should know.

Fooker: Hey... There's condensation on this long, empty wall... and the wall feels like *glass*!
Trudy: Glass? This keeps getting weirder...

Fooker: How's *this* for weird: A whole three-course dinner just appeared in the kitchen...
Trudy: Complete with desert. *Now* I'm worried.