The soundtrack segued into some kind of a cool jazz number and a scene of 
a multicultural crew of ladies and gentlemen, not looking much like degraded 
credit abusers at all, sitting around a table assembling chunky pieces of 
ethnic jewelry by hand. They were having a good time too, sipping tea and 
exchanging lively banter. Sipping too much tea, to Bud's suspicious eye, so 
opaque to so many things yet so keen to the tactics of media manipulation. They 
were making rather a big deal out of the tea.