You thought being able to afford a house in just any old place in Melbourne was a mere beautiful, dark, twisted fantasy? Wait till you cop a load of this.
“I see walls all around the city and I think ‘I wonder if I can go and knock on the door there and see if I can buy their wall’.”
If that doesn’t lead to him knocking on doors performing IRL versions of the “Is Mr/Mrs/Any Walls here? THEN WHAT’S HOLDING UP YR HOUSE, IDIOT” prank phone call, then honest to God what’s the fkn point of anything.