They do on the way to the lodge, Brother.

The odd thing is, if one modified the back-drop, i.e. swapped the metal bars for those flogging alcohol and the strip lighting for strobes and had his 4/4 been communal rather than personal, nobody would've flinched. It's not the act that's unusual, but rather the context; throwing shapes on the tube challenges convention and punctuates, unsettlingly, the grey, nervy tedium of that environment. Either way, I'm guessing those pills were rather pleasant.