[Mike 5]

Almost in tears, Mike 5 stumbles in wearing 3 inch heels, laddered fishnets, cheap plastic earrings, his rugged male features plastered with the crude colours and make-up of Mrs Potato Head.

"you bastard" she screams at Robert, whose' shadow inexplicably seemed to hover like a ghost over an empty bar stool.

"all the other boys and girls have taken the best avatars and all that's left is this! Just look at me! You think this is funny?" Her voice a crescendo of recrimination and destiny.

"It's all very well for you to have some Texas Da Vinci make you look like a Crusading Knight from some legend."

She starts smashing glasses and is assisted to the door and thrown into the street.

The barman picks up a broken stilletto and in an act of drunken degradation, fills it with whisky and drinks from it. Suddenly his face contorts and he drops lifeless to the floor. In the silence, a faint sobbing is heard from the mud outside...