Intern walks by Disco Room. Music: "Ohhh yeah! Barf! Barf! Retch that vomit! Barf! Barf!"
There are flashing lights and people dancing. Intern [amid cacaphony]: "What's going on here?" Hairdresser: "Boss is nauseous. We've all had so much prosthetic augmentation we don't know how to vomit any more. So, we're dancing!"
