What the fuck no, I meant I was thinking of it as—

[There is the sound of a record scratch. What happens is they remain where they are in the living room but everything else changes. Dave's bedding disappears from the couch. There's the smell of food coming from the kitchen. It's daytime. There is an honest to god record player on a small table against the wall. It's playing a Snoop Dogg record.

Ambiguously Older Dave walks out of the kitchen while regular Dave has a minor heart attack on the couch.]

Oh, my gog!!