However, is it really necessary for your lard-laden, velocity-challenged asses to take up the entire hallway? Seriously, there are only two of you. Judging by the coffee cups in hand, I'd have to say that this travesty was brought to you by many-a-Timbit.
And for the love of me, move your conversations a couple of steps to either direction from the bottom of the escalator. Is it really so difficult a concept that the people who were behind you on this contraption just might want to get where they're going without having to "stand" there, walking backwards, while waiting for you to share with your friends how fun your weekend was? I'll show you "fun"... hand me that Nerf bat.
On second thought, Timbits be damned; this was the work of full-sized donuts. Lots of them. Many.