The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a gigantic pile of clothes is smoldering in the middle of a super flat, endless dry lake bed, sending up wisps of steam that just kinda hang in the still air. Cows with brightly colored party hats on are walking on the surface of the dry lake bed, leaving trails of tiny, sizzling hot dogs behind them... and for some reason, it smells kinda like a wet cat here, even though everything's super dry and cracked. The sun's beating down with a pretty harsh late-morning glare. A lone seagull is just chillin' nearby, casually snacking on a rubber chicken.