The bizarre fantasy sequence continues with Styles eating out of the trash can, cowering in a corner at the sight of a vacuum cleaner, and frolicking through somewhere with lots of candles, holding hands with Joan. It’s quirky. It’s sort of disturbing. And yet, it’s hard to deny the sexual chemistry between Joan and Styles/Doug. He’s perfect, even if he does eat socks and underwear that result in a blockage in his intestine that will cost $8,000 to fix.