The ball of metal shatters, exploding into a thousand pieces, which oddly move in slow motion. In fact, several times you see close-up shots of yourself smashing the ball flashing in front of your eyes, as if this were a Micheal Bay movie. Someone's been abusing the wide-angle lens, though, and some of the shots are rather silly. Bob smiles, as he walks out from the crater where the metal ball was. "Well done! Beautiful! A true action star." He smiles, as his suit turns black, his top hat disappearing. Instead, he's now in quite an elegant italian suit, and he appears to have grown a mustache. "Care for a dance?"