In this episode Butters is visiting Niagara Falls as a tourist, but he is arrested for being a foreigner. Nobody cares about his passport or the fact he was there "legally" and he gets funneled into a huge prison facility called "Alberta Alcatraz".
After several scary experiences he is in line for a phone call. When he gets to the front the guard pretends to not understand what he is asking for.
- Guard: WELL, what do YOU WANT?
- Butters: Uhh I want to make a phone call, please.
- Guard: Puh-hone call? Puh-hone? What's that?
- Butters: I don't understand mister. I'd like to call someone on that phone.
- Guard: Oh THIS? DO YOU MEAN-
The guard lets out a long, trumpet-like fart that sounds like, "fooooooooooone".
- Butters: Wha--- what?
- Guard 2: YEAH! YOU MEAN- (farting) foooooooooooone!
Apparently this is how Canadians make the word, "phone".
- Guard 2: HEY THIS LITTLE YANK CAN'T SAY- (farting) ffhhhooooooone!!
- Guard: HAHA!!! (farting) fuuuooooooooooooooone!
All guards start laughing at Butters and farting "fooooone". They can all apparently do this quite naturally.
- Butters: B-but, I don't have to fart right now.
- Guard: IF YOU WANT SOMETHING YOU NEED TO LEARN TO SPEAK CANADIAN!
Butters resolves to save up his farts to get his phone call. Several days pass. Now trembling and sweating, a pale Butters can barely stand in line.
- Butters: Oh man... I gotta make it...
The inmate in front of him effortlessly farts "foooooooooone" and is let ahead. Butters is up.
- Guard: YEAH? WHAT DO YOU WANT THIS TIME?
- Butters: I want... I want... I... uh... UH.... ahhH!!
Butters loses control of his bowels and sprays shit in all directions, then collapses. Everyone around yells in disbelief and disgust.
A large inmate walks up and looks down.
- It's OK little buddy, my cousin had that same speech impediment.
Then I woke up.

I was thinking about the Great Serpent Mound (also Stonehenge, etc) and the fact that so much human effort was involved that it's actually the labor that makes it really special. We know that people cared about this so much, it had so much importance to them for whatever reason, they worked and worried and suffered over it for long enough to make it happen. That's what makes it special. If the guy with a digger did it in a month it would just be a curiosity but not a monument.
It also reminds me of a game studio I worked at that hired an exec from, I don't know, Frito-Lay or some shit. He took it as a point of pride that he had no idea how games were made because he believed it didn't matter and having any sort of romantic notions about art would get in the way of the business of moving product, because anything but the fetishization of generic units was an affectation that true visionaries (like him) must discard. These are the people who can't understand why we can't be bothered to pay for AI slop.
Anyway that studio's reputation now stands in ruins.