→ As Lofty is finishing his cuppa a drone cab suddenly pulls up alongside his balcony. Not being an everyday occurrence he is a little confused, which in turn is made worse when a masked man pops his head out asking, "You getting in or what?" Lofty's calendar was slim, so in he gets and settles back into a Chesterfield armchair. The cab powers up which is when he notices what is sitting beside him...

→ Sitting next to Lofty is a big Walrus, in sunglasses! "Wotcha Lofty! I'm DJ WalRush and these are my mates, ElectraFly, Mr Broombastic and Gary. Fancy getting out of here?" Lofty was now in for a penny, in for a pound so why not? WalRush says, "Robocab –  to the club!" The taxi speeds off and soon arrives at the 24 hour club. Walrush and his crew disappear amongst the partygoers so Lofty moves over to the bar, the barkeeper turns and asks, "What'll it be?"...

→ “Surprise me” replies Lofty. A clear shot of Vodka is placed in front of him, with what appears to be a small microchip floating around the bottom of the glass. Lofty looks back puzzled. “Only for our special guests.” replies the barkeeper with a little smile. “Why not?" Lofty asks himself and knocks it back. After a little shudder and before he can ask for another, he suddenly notices everything feels and looks different. The barkeeper then points to a doorway, which Lofty was pretty sure wasn’t there a minute ago. “It’s up to you now Lofty…

→ It’s jungle. Intrigued, Lofty steps inside. An arrow flies past him and embeds itself into a tree. He spins around and where the door was is now jungle. ‘What the f---!’ he says. He sees some indigenous warriors and takes off down a narrow trail, then suddenly gets whooshed up in a net. The warriors gather below. Cut to them escorting Lofty up a Mayan temple. Standing at the top by the sacrificial altar is the barkeeper dressed as a High Priestess. ‘You!’ Lofty says. ‘I’m hallucinating, right?’ ‘Like I say, Lofty, it’s up to you,’ she replies, grinning...