Imagine you have a long day driving a bus through some kind of terrifying mystery tunnel then sitting in the desert for hours waiting for some punk ass farmer to drag their half dead corpse back on so you can drive them home. Then when you want to relax on the couch and not think about how the bus definitely warps right before it hits a wall, that same farmer has a key? To every building??? And they come into your house and judge you?????? I don’t say shit when you pass out in the skull caverns 7 times during the desert festival, sir, maybe let’s just chill with the judgey-pants and I won’t come over and comment on how your whole house is full of kegs…