(static)<br/><br/>(cut to a grainy, night-vision green picture of a dumpy Caucasian man, balding, wrapped in a tattered raincoat over a rumpled suit forty years out of vogue.  He squints into the camera and starts talking.  His Cantonese is strangely accented.)<br/><br/>"I'd love to pretend it was a coincidence, honest and truly I do, but you know better and I know better and the sad, sorry, simple truth is that there was something a whole lot heavier than Murphy's Mighty Hand landing on us that night.  But you want the whole damn story, from the beginning.  (pause)  Yeah, yeah, I know.  Short version, tell the big bosses that the Dragons are back.  (pause, inaudible question)  I know it, knucklehead.  I was there!  I saw the whole mess from start to finish."<br/><br/>(static)<br/><br/>(cut to a street scene somewhere in Yaumatai, Kowloon.  The camera is up around the fourth floor, angled so that it catches the entire block on this side, garishly lit through falling rain.  The man's voice-over continues.)<br/><br/>"February, 1996.  I think it was a Wednesday but don't ask me to pin it down any further than that.  There was this little restaurant, see, and that's where it started.  I mean, sure, all the elements were in play before that, but that's where the particles collided and sent quantum shrapnel this, that, and every other way."<br/><br/>(The camera descends, focusing on a business on the second floor in the middle of the block.  Along with the flashing neon advertisements for three different beers, the name of the restaurant inside is visible: The Eating Counter.)<br/><br/>"That's where and when.  Too bad you can't do jack about it now, huh?  Fucking causality, how's it work?"<br/><br/>(sound of static)<br/><br/>(ST swells with Monster Magnet's God Says No...)