Person 2: No, that's just a small person from somewhere near Shepton Mallet
Originally inhabited by monkey's who learned to wax and go swimming, they were quarantined until the construction of the Tarren Point Bridge, which opened up the area to St. George who defend , for some unknown reason, the Shire from the Lebs and other scum of the area. Almost all inhabitants smoke marijuana, and if ever confronted by one of these primal creatures, the only way to avoid confrontation is to say you've been "Punching Cones" and they instantly believe you and leave you alone.
"What the fuck!?! Where?"
"I was in the shire."
"How'd you get out of it?"
"Said I punched cones. Duh."
"Ahhh.... Fucking stupid monkeys"
Just an isolated hole with filled with wax heads, surfy skanks, a nuclear reactor in close proximity and a bunch of know-nothing fucktards.