Imagine living on the tranch:
You wake up at the crack of dawn to the sound of Pennywise barking orders from somewhere in the dome, he sounds more and more like Buffalo Bill every day. You're exhausted from various animals noises that kept you up half the night. Your body aches from all the awful manual labor and poor diet and you're weak from boofing HRT.
You get out of bed and step on a transformer toy, you swear and decide which dog to blame this on, hoping that will keep Kevin's screeching to a minimum. There's a faint stench about the place but you're mostly nose blind to it now. You search around through the piles of junk on the floor for a coat before heading outside to feed rotting hay to the angry alpacas. On your way out you spot Bonnie in the corner cradling his rifle like a shell shocked soldier, rocking back and forth while muttering something about a funeral.
The cold from outside makes your body feel worse, you cry inside knowing you will be doing double duty again because Pennywise is out of commission for a few more days at the least. You look across the baren landscape while avoiding alcapa kicks and dump hay on the ground. Your joints are already frozen from the mountain air, everything hurts even worse now. Maybe you wish you could stay inside and lay in bed all day like that bitch Kevin.
Yep, living the trans dream.