This CORNDOWN spins out of control fast, starting with employees being used,possibly emotionally or logistically. That spirals into apple smoking, which feels both literal and like a stand-in for some deeper, metaphorical meaning. But it’s just an apple. There’s tension with police, as usual, something about raspberries being missing, and a whole subplot around someone named Jessica and her Arby’s. Chairs are being moved like they’re forbidden. As things crack further, you get dogs with rabies, chain-based boiler punishments, electrical tape fixes, and meat that might not be okay to eat. Someone’s offering help, but nobody’s actually there. It’s lonely, chaotic, and weird. Just like me.