[ Well gosh, Jake, way to take the wind out of his sails. He stares in disbelief for a few seconds, then there's a loud bang as he collapses back against the neighboring lockers, looking... mostly melodramatically upset over the non-reaction to his ribbing, but there might be something genuine in there. ]

This is shit. [ Cowboys not having a sense of humor - actual hell. There's also the space thing, apparently, which doesn't quite make sense with the cowboy bit, but- ] There isn't even any fun probing going on. I don't know about you, but I want my money back. This abduction isn't half as exciting as all the brochures made out.

[ Then another thoughtful? pause before he leans forward again off the locker, one hand raised to point an accusatory finger at Jake. ]

Hang on, are you a real cowboy? Is this some genuine time-traveling shit?