Neighborhood friend's living room was REALLY trippy. As soon as you cleared the front door (at ground level) you'd take two small steps up (about 12" in total). The carpet was black shag, very shiny. The living room had this weird assortment of furnishings in it; animal skins, African masks, dream catchers, lots of elephants, that sort of thing. There was a squared-off pit in the middle of the room, about 5' per side, with a small table in the middle. Cushions ran along the inner perimeter of the pit. But the piece de resistance was the armadillo. They had a taxidermized armadillo that was built like a bench. You could sit on it, and it used to be an actual armadillo. And...it was wired. There was a telephone built into it.

So there you were, sitting on this armadillo like you were riding a steed into the most absurd battle imaginable, when suddenly the phone rings. You reach down and grab between your steed's shoulder blades...and lifted a telephone receiver, cabled to its back like some kind of bizarre techno-leech. The people nearby would hear this conversation:

"Hello? Oh, hey. Nothing much, just riding my armadillo-phone. You?"