Terrance is pacing now as he speaks

Each step full of energy, every turn a whip through the air. His breathing is becoming labored with the effort and excitement of it all.

“It’s all quite subversive, you see. When the top comes down, where even the most cynical viewer would expect breasts, aha, no! The subversion of expectations! But! It also, and this is the genius of it, meets expectations! Because what we do see, of course, is the milk jugs, and the common domestic milk jug is very much like the teet of the female! Further, the milk jugs are telling the viewer to gamble, and to win, and, on a subconscious level achieved via these subtle cinematic techniques I’ve employed, if the viewer does as instructed, only then, it follows, will they see some breasts. Layers, my ingenue, there are layers to my design."

He turns on me with a serenely self-assured gaze. There's a redness in his puffy cheeks.

"Never treat your viewers like idiots, I’m always saying, and so I strive that I do not. And now I can see that you are speechless. It is quite a lot, I admit. Do you have any questions, Lillian, my starlet?”