After succumbing to the S.W.I.G., Inc. bodyguards, Sturtz is dragged down to the local docks, where the sadistic enforcer of the gang has him held down and dosed with swig eyedrops. He wrestles himself free and immediately falls into a bad swig-induced trip. Though he is intensely hallucinating, his instincts kick in and he blindly fights his way through a gauntlet of thugs. Broken and bloodied, he staggers outside, momentarily blinded by the harsh ozone haze. On the ground before him, he finds a pack of King Dons snacks on the ground and consumes them hungrily. The trip is immediately turned around and into a euphoric, aloof cloud of carefree joy. Sturtz stumbles down the street, enjoying his munchies, unaware of the perils he fought through only moments ago.