Ivan, sonny, the director here. You're a good one. C'mon, by all. They're bringing little cannons. They are closing in.
Detonations resound, each stronger than the last.
Rattling of windows. The sounds of panicked people are heard from outside. Just don't disconnect. Look, sonny, you go nice and easy to the window and tell yer uncle what do you see. Murmur on the other side.