|May I take your order?|
|"Nyaah, see, that's right, it's coitans for you Rocky, see?"|
As Mulder and Scully sit alone at the counter of an automated sushi restaurant, they play on their cell phones - no dialogue spoken - and order sushi meals off the counter’s touch pad. Conveyer belts deliver their meals while the agents receive notifications on their cell phones. They are as irritating to Scully as they are in real life to me. She repeatedly dismisses each notice with a finger swipe. Mulder decides his meal of blob fish, which looks like Bugs Bunny’s Edward G. Robinson design, is unpalatable and unsuccessfully tries to send it back to the kitchen. Unimpressed by the robo-dining experience, he declines a credit card tip. That’s when things get really fishy.
|My meal is good, Mulder. How is your's?|
The result is one of the most entertaining stand-alone X-Files episodes to emerge in the last two seasons. It is as stylish as it is ironic, and queries our complicity in the pervasive world of pop-culture/socio-economic techno-conformity.
|In case you change your mind you have 3.5 hours to leave a tip.|
|Whipz is reminiscent of the johny-cab in "Total Recall"|
|Dana Scully's security password? Don't call her Ishmael.|