Party fiddles with the tablet while the blonde speaks, lips curling up to make a face. The video fades out bu the audio's still there, as well as the heavy revving of an 80's-esque car that's seen better days. Party's driving like a maniac, which isn't unusual, and isn't hard to tell due to the swerving and--yup, that was a scream from a passer-by as he clips the curb.

"I already told you. Hamster aliens," the slight annoyance is apparent. "Walk right through. Unless anyone's with a bracelet thing? Don't even bother talking to them, tumbleweed. They're bad news. Semi-sentient automatons made from neon and fucking garbage. What's your name, diesel darling?"