Narrator: "I know it sounds crazy ,but something horrible came out of his glasses! And it wasn't Alice!"
MAY: "Hello. I was sent by the government and I am here to help you."
MAY: "Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi; you're my only hope." [static] "Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi; you're my only hope."
MAY: "I'm a little source code, short and stout; here is my input, here is my out"
MAY: "The jam is mouldy in the kitchen and the rolling rabbit gathers no moss"
Narrator: "Picture if you will, a digital artist of great talent, unappreciated by those around her, unnoticed by the critics.
What would this artist have to do?
What kind of masterpiece would she have to create to get recognition from those around her?"
May: "Can I be of... assistance." [Starlost computer voice - acting so wooden it makes the petrified forest seem animated in comparison]
I think the coffee kicked in