You open your eyes. You're laying on the ground in a strange room... you have no idea how long you've been out for. It's a cold room with gray concrete walls, floor, and ceiling with no windows and illuminated by a single swaying ligtbulb. You stand up, when suddenly you sense a presence behind you. You feel it drawing nearer by the second, and suddenly feel a cold hand on your shoulder. It stays there for a moment... you're still unable to see the figure. Suddenly, you turn around and the figure is fully visible. Its... it's... Elton John...? He stares at you with a wide smile, and you can see the madness in his cold stare. He whispers in a quiet yet intimidating voice.

"Do you like sour cream?"