[ Akira doesn't have good posture in the best of times, but for the last hour or so of movies he's been glacially slumping further down in his chair, until his back has basically hit the seat. (He's not sure what Spider-man from those old tokusatsu reruns and the blue ice lady have to do with Christmas. Maybe people in the future just have really shitty taste.) ]

[ Either way, the teenager's mentally zoned out into another dimension, until the European (he thinks?) guy speaks up. ]

Mh? Wha? Uh. Sorry. Didn't catch that. [ He rubs his face, though making no attempt to sit up. ] If this is meant to be puttin' some... subliminal hypnosis whammy, it's working on me.

[ That's a joke, probably. ]