Angel is crouching over by the door. He's got strong calves. I can't believe I just thought that. Johanna will have a field day. Anyway, Cordy strolls over to Angel and asks who he is. Angel stands up and says they're all crazy, then asks, "What land is this?" To avoid admitting that he doesn't know, Wesley asks, "What land do you hail from, friend?" Angel snaps, "I'm not your friend, you English pig! We never wanted you in Ireland; we don't want you now!" Gunn and Cordy note that Angel doesn't exactly sound Irish, and I shout to them, "Yeah, but you'd still say that even if he was doing the accent. This way's less painful, at least." Angel insists, "For most certain, I sound exactly..." Then he stops and feels his throat. "Something's wrong with my voice," he observes. He does finally say that his name is Liam, and Cordy sniffs, "Great, we've all got names. Bye now!" She heads for the door, while Angel mutters to himself in the background: "Liam Gauuuuuuuu...." He continues to do that for a while, so just assume that's happening until he has another line. Thanks. Meanwhile, Wesley stops Cordy, insisting that they're all "victims of some nefarious scheme!" He guesses that the door is bolted (from the outside? Oh, right: he's an idiot) and that further dangers await them outside. Wesley wants to gather information. Cordy wants to call the police. Gunn vetoes that, saying, "I don't want no heat near me." Fred agrees, adding that the police are probably involved. Angel is still visible in the background, crouched over on the stairs, talking to himself. Hee. Fred goes on about government conspiracies and experiments, adding, "Did anybody else have to take a personality disorder test recently? They ask you about politics and your bowel movements and if you want to be a florist?" Cordy interrupts, "We've heard from Scarlet O'Please-Shut-Me-Up; does anyone sane have a theory?" Wesley strokes his chin as he ponders the situation, and then says, "Judging from the amount of facial hair I've grown, we've all been unconscious for at least a month." Except you can see two clean-shaven guys right in front of you. Idiot. Cordy suddenly gasps, and feels her shorn locks. She starts sobbing, "The government gave me bad hair!" Fred and Wesley unconvincingly assure her that her haircut is very nice. Then Wesley blurts, "But a clue, nonetheless! Perhaps the whole point of this experiment is hair!" From the stairs, Angel declares, "It's the devil!" Cordy sniffs, "My hair?!" Angel explains that his father warned him that he'd end up in hell. Gunn looks around at the hotel and says, "Hell's a lot nicer than my place." Cordy bursts into tears and storms off-camera. Fred guesses that it's "Motel Hell," and then does a snorty-giggle-thing. If she'd referenced Tourist Trap, I'd be snorting and giggling right along with her.