[SFX: Space static crackles. Chill lo-fi beat begins playing softly in the background.] [NARRATOR] (smooth, sultry voice): "You're drifting in the dark. Alone. Scanning sigs. Starving. And then… you smell it." [SFX: Sizzle. A doughnut being dropped into oil.] "Welcome to Vinne’s — the hottest snack shack in Anoikis." [Beat picks up slightly, jazzy space lounge vibe.] "From shattered wormholes to steamy C5s, we serve 'em hot, sticky, and dangerously full." "Cream-core, jelly bursts, Trig-sprinkled twists — even your scanner can’t resist our glaze." [SFX: Bite. A satisfied moan. Maybe a faint 'Oh damn.'] "Wormhole Police? We see you. Flash that badge, get your dozen with a discount and a wink." "Vinne’s — where your hole gets filled, your pod gets fed, and no clone leaves unsatisfied." [SFX: Wormhole collapsing violently. Music ends abruptly.] "Vinne’s Doughnuts. No hole too unstable. No glaze too thick."
