Ethan wasn't entirely sure what Felix meant by Pleasantville bullshit, but he got the jist with the 1950's reference. And an island. That didn't seem too bad, but then again, Ethan hadn't been there and for all he knew, it had been a nightmare for everyone. The motel hadn't been too bad, except for the disgusting pool and lack of food. But he'd survived on vending machine food before so it hadn't bothered him too much.
His lip twitched. "Never heard it described like that before... like we're a tv channel. Makes sense. But I'd rather not be anywhere they got people in animal costumes. Freaks me out." Pushing a hand through his hair, Ethan felt himself relax. Just a little. "Kind of bizarre, though, that they got all these places just waiting. Islands and bunkers and motels. They gotta be super rich, or... aliens or some shit, right? What'd you think this is?"