*Somewhere in a beach house on the shores of eternal darkness* -Mustafa: Look at this knife. Now look at me. Look back at the knife. Now back to me. A storm cloud, gently showering diamonds upon you. You're in a dream. Or are you? -Crews: (Screaming) YOU'RE NOT. YOU'RE TAKEN. AND YOU DON'T NEED A KNIFE. YOU NEED A BODYWASH THAT GIVES YOU [b]POWERRRRRR[/b]. -Mustafa: Get off of my shoulders. *one arms Crews through a window* -Mustafa: Now where were we..oh him? Don't mind him. Let's talk about knives, no, let's talk about [b][i]you[/i][/b]. As I whisk you away on the sailboat of your dreams, tell me everything about yourself over the course of this beautiful candlelit dinner. The bear playing the piano? He's here to set the mood, I thought you'd like him. *Through a porthole in the sailboat* -CREWS (may as well just spell his name in all caps at this point...): (Again, screaming) YOU STINK. YOU'VE BEEN ROTTING IN AN INTER DIMENSIONAL VORTEX FOR THREE WEEKS NOW. YOU NEED THE POWER OF OLD SPICE. YOU NEED THE POWER OF [b][i][u]BEAARRRRGLOOOVVVVEEE[/u][/i][/b] *Crews fist bumps the bear* *the sailboat explodes into glimmer* *you're flying through the air* -Mustafa: So, what can I make the knife of your [b][u]dreams[/u][/b] to be? -CREWS (flying by): [b][i]BEAR[/i][/b] -Mustafa: A knife of opal, crafted in a wellspring of unicorn tears? -CREWS (flying by in the other direction): [[b][i]GLOVE[/i][/b] -Mustafa: Perhaps in the shape of an Eagle feather, forged in brilliant fire at the base of mountains made of solid white gold? *crashing through the roof of a Victorian mansion* *landing in a velvet chair, sat by a lit fireplace and a copy of war and peace* -Mustafa: Tell me. What knife shall I make for you? *raises eyebrows* *CREWS crashes through the ceiling, but only his head makes it through* -CREWS: POWERRRRRRR *The mansion explodes*