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Whoa! Geez.

Get out of the fucking road!

Sorry. So sorry.

Cherry...

Love you, too, asshole!

Oh, my God. That's her.

This is my chance. This is my chance!

Hi. I was just about to drop this off.

I hate my stupid freckles.

Ah. Neat.

Wow.

All set there, Mr. Doone?

Uh, yeah. I-I think so.

We're gonna start with our potential blockbuster.

This activated moisturizer is designed to actually

sculpt your features in response to your imagination.

Now, there's limits, of course, but the idea is that

the outer you will finally match the inner you

in the best possible way.

Just rub that all over your face.

It's safe, right?

Now, Mr. Doone, we're not legally allowed to say

you can trust us, but...

you can trust us.

Now, close your eyes and concentrate.

Imagine your face, but the very best version of it.

Uh, okay. Sure.

Are you feeling anything?

It's a little warm, but that's it... Ah, oh. Ow.

Actually, it's... Ooh. Wow.

It feels like little worms are burrowing into my face.

That means it's working. Keep going. Imagine harder.

Picture the face you want to have.

The life you want to have.

I'm trying to, but this really fucking hurts.

Holy shitballs.

- It works! - Whoo! We did it!

How... how long does it last?

A few days before you need to reapply the cream,

but it's probably best to take a break between doses, okay?

Here. Go easy, though.

It's still just a prototype.

Hello. Hello.

Hi there. My name's Boyd.

Nice to please you. I mean, oh... Oh, fuck.

Go buy yourself a new girlfriend. It's over!

Oh...

Hi. I was just about to drop this off.

I'm Boyd. Boyd Doone. 3D.

And you are Cherry Synclaire in 3G, obviously.

O-Oh, my goodness.

Obviously.

I can't believe you live right next door

and we've never even met.

Well, why don't we meet, then?

- Ah... - Grr...

Mwah.

God, you're so fucking hot.

Oh, yeah.

Mm.

Hmm.

Ah...

Yes! Wha...?

Huh? Wha... Ah.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Ahh.

Good morning.

What the fuck?!

You... Y-Y-You look like a cat person!

I-I thought it was just moisturizer, so I...

- Shit! Shit, shit, shit. I should've told you. - Boyd.

- It's an experimental cream from a trial at Vought. - Boyd.

Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry. Shit...

Boyd! It's okay.

- I love it. - You love it?

You have whiskers.

I know. Aren't they great?

Seriously, this is who I've always wanted to be.

A pussycat.

Do you like it?

Stop.

Hi. What'll it be?

Two coffees, please.

Two extra-hot coffees coming right up.

Uh...

Hi?

Hey.

Me-ow. Seems like we're the new hot thing.

What's that mean?

Let's find out.

Whoa! Ah.

There's nothing like an afternoon

in the sun with you.

There's nothing like an afternoon in the sun with you.

Can you grab my phone?

Thank you.

Your clear dependency on Envision has forced us to do

some major damage control.

And your reckless behavior is no longer on par

with Vought company standards.

- Are you fucking kidding me? - You can't fire us!

Yes, we can. You signed the contracts, dipshits.

What?

I always liked your freckles.

I got to pee.

What?

Don't you dare.

- No! - No, no!

Hey.

Hey.

I know. I look terrible.

Cherry.

Don't hide them.

I see you, Boyd Doone.

Mr. Doone? Boyd?

So...

how much Compound V did you put...

Too much.

I-I put in too much.