Jake Randolph in "Tiki Moon" Pt. 61

To say I was living in the lap of luxury would be inaccurate. Okay, it would be a downright lie. This thing was like a prison cell. I barely had room to turn around. If there were better cabins than this and Morty had me put in this one to save a few bucks I was going to wring his neck.

I got things squared away as best as I could, and then stretched out on the bed to look at the itinerary. Well, I didn't exactly stretch out. It was a bit more like cramming myself into a coffin...