Right back at you, Demian.
Fade up on a shot of Man-NOT-an Island under the cover of darkness as The Thrashing Guitar of the Dispossessed Urban Alien rages on the soundtrack. Out of the Canal Street N-stop walk four silhouetted figures, the last of whom happens past a fruit stand connected to a Korean market, holds out a hand, and sends the contents of said stand tumbling out into the middle of a strangely deserted Lafayette Street. If that's its real name. As the wacky, comic minority foils (listed conveniently on the production slate for this episode as "Mr. Status" and "Mrs. Quo") dash madly to recover their overturned citrus-y goodness, we are afforded our first close-up of these renegades. It's Max (kinda), Michael (sorta), Isabel (ish), and Tess (will these madcap antics never cease?), each bedecked in sleeveless cut-off which-way-to-the-RATT-release-party leather, sporting hair which, to varying degrees, suggests that the dominant fashion aesthetic of their distant homeland is overturned-Aquanet-truck-meets-ill-timed-hurricane-with-a-dash-of-diehard-Indigo-Girls-fan. Am I implying that this pack of attempted urbanized aliens got lost on their journey from Hair and Make-up to "hip city kid" and took an inadvertent left at "lesbian chic, minus the chic"? No, I'm not implying that at all. I'm stating it as an absolute metaphysical certitude. Except for Bizarro Tess, who just looks like The Arquette Sister That Even 1-800-CALL-ATT Couldn't Find. And she's the luckier for it, if you want to know the truth.
After raiding the cash register and doing a fair bit of discount produce shopping in the process (at least this Michael seems to have been introduced to the concept of "the lo-cal menu," as opposed to the New Mexico version, who prefers his grapefruit with a side of grease-dripping slab of beef and a tall, refreshing glass of gravy), the Man-NOT-an Four happen around one of the many darkened street corners lovely downtown Urbania ('cause this ain't no New York I've ever seen) has to offer and into the path of two African-American youths (listed conveniently on the production slate for this episode asoh, never mind). Mr. Status gives Isabel "Upper Breast Side" Evans a good lingering once-over, telling her "you look good" in that way that totally means, "Wow, I didn't even know Samantha Fox had a new album out, much less her own clothing label." Well, that's what I got out of it, anyway. Michael "Statue of Gliberty" Guerin tells Mr. Status to "give [him] the rock," by which he means a basketball, a term he must have ripped right out of his English/Nothing Anyone Has Ever Said in This World or Any Others You May Know Of translation dictionary, which is product-placed with reckless abandon throughout the course of this episode. Michael pities the fool who would dare throw him "a rock" and actually expect it back, and he swaggers away from poor Status and Quo, in the process affording them with the full might of the back of his physics-and-good-taste-defying mohawk/mullet hair-don't. Nice fake-out, Mr. T for the new millennium. Sweet Jesus McGillicuddy, he looks like an idiot. Perhaps "Mr. Tee Hee" is more like it.