you open your shower curtain. mark zuckerberg is there. he slowly reaches out and touches the center of your chest. you fleetingly notice his hand is covered in a layer of thin scales before all of his knowledge is suddenly rushing into your head. as your consciousness fades to black among the paid promoted ads and the lowercase f logos, you hear him speak one last time. "zuckerburg 2020..." he whispers as you slowly fall to the floor.