It just doesn't make sense. Every single algorithm Michael ran (even every snotty simulation Vicky tried to run by him) had pointed to this being the perfect torture. Eustace's self-righteous urge to scientifically dissect everything, paired with Jill's unbearable stubbornness, really should doom them to an eternal spiral of bickering. The ideal Bad Place, really.
But every single time, no matter how much Eustace and Jill bicker, no matter how many mountains Michael drops them from, how many nosy neighbors he surrounds them with, even the one time he turns Eustace into a dragon... the more extreme the circumstances, the quicker they figure it out. By attempt #31,286, Michael just lies face down on the ground by the time Eustace -- surrounded by diagrams and with a head more inflated than a hot air balloon -- and Jill -- slamming the door and cursing at how nonsensical the whole place is -- look at each other and exclaim, in unison fueled by sheer spite, "This is the Bad Place!"
Narnia/The Good Place, Eustace/Jill
Eustace's self-righteous urge to scientifically dissect everything, paired with Jill's unbearable stubbornness, really should doom them to an eternal spiral of bickering. The ideal Bad Place, really.
But every single time, no matter how much Eustace and Jill bicker, no matter how many mountains Michael drops them from, how many nosy neighbors he surrounds them with, even the one time he turns Eustace into a dragon... the more extreme the circumstances, the quicker they figure it out. By attempt #31,286, Michael just lies face down on the ground by the time Eustace -- surrounded by diagrams and with a head more inflated than a hot air balloon -- and Jill -- slamming the door and cursing at how nonsensical the whole place is -- look at each other and exclaim, in unison fueled by sheer spite, "This is the Bad Place!"