Holy cow, what's going on here?? Some freaky bald dude flips his wig while considering the room service menu in some unknown hotel. A slice of cheesecake manifests instelf into a swirling blur, as the shadow of a tourist looks for something to eat. Crumbs of cake, bread, and chicken wings swirl together as if Food Network did a show on the Cosmos. So what's on the menu? Well, is that "menu" with a small "m" or a big "M"? Will the tourist eat? Will he assert himself and actually order something? At this point, it's still a mystery...
