Garvin is trying to find his voice, he is not sure where he put it for the last thirty years, it is amazing what you can misplace when you're not paying attention to your surroundings. The last time he remembers having it was when he was looking down on people, from a height that is, while waiting to listen to himself talk, it was taking too long so he decided to have a conversation with himself in his mind and here we are now trying to find it again. George's child artist wants to get out, we didn't even know he was inside, it's screaming at him that "it's never too late to try new things!" , The Jokers look at their respective watches and realise it's half past fifty-two and there's no time to waste, the time is still now and it won't be that again anytime soon. Garvin shouts out "Stop Talking you yourself" and Let the Real You Out!, a Six Foot Six Avatar Pops into Existence holding a mirror exclaiming that's not me!! Well, Who is it then? The Jokers agree they need to visualise the Successful You, The Real You, not the toned down diluted version of what others expect. Systems need to be put in place so as long as no one died, you get back on the horse. Survive? Survive? No - Garvin starts shouting "Thrive! Thrive!!" , George asks "Drive" Drive Where? There's a pair of wolves that George is feeding, Garvin just wants to feed himself he is hungry for change, he is positive that its time to act. He starts mumbling something about ATOM's and gets schooled on the correct composition as opposed to his half-arsed notion. The point is to value yourself, build relationships, give willingly, and not be a taker but a little acknowledgment would be nice. Garvin is yodeling out to the universe that he wants something now that he was previously afraid to ask for, he is saying he wants "The Sale", the universe wasn't listening and turns its other ear all the while pretending not to hear him...