The year is 2300. A tribe of humans cautiously approaches a dilapidated, anceint structure. Spears at the ready, they tread silently passed mannequins and display cases until they reach their destination. The giant face turns slowly towards them, its eye seemingly piercing their very souls.

"It's PJ season at Victorias Secret..." it slowly says

"Unga bunga, peejay season" they answer back

"Don't miss the 30% savings now thru December"

"Grug grug sambar" they mutter reverantly