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He drops a tiny silver key. Alice picks it up. He turns, eyes black pools in the smoggy sunlight.
The Caterpillar sings a sultry, meandering tune about transformation. As Alice takes a hit, the screen splits into three panels: in one, she’s a nun; in another, a rock groupie; in the third, a weeping bride. The harmonies are dissonant. The word “explicit” flashes.
THE MARCH HARE (a nervous roadie) drums a frantic solo on a snare drum with a bone.
He pulls out a flask. Takes a long drink.
The music cuts. The screen goes black. A single spotlight on Alice, alone, holding the silver key.