"Are we?" The question sounds distracted as Bob, finally seeing what the village actually looks like, feels his brain desperate to just close shop for the day. What the fuck is this? It looks like a fake village from a theme park or movie set. Something like that.

"This is some Blackadder shit."

He isn't expecting the reference to make sense but come on. There isn't a Ford Fiesta in sight.

"This is-- where am I supposed to go now?"