Chris is currently in his home in Beverly Hills. He's sitting in his pajamas in an inflateable purple chair, listening to Busta Rhymes 'oldies' on his headphones. He nostalgically looks out his window at the $7,465,000 marble and gold tomb in his backyard which is engraved with "Busta" at the top. A tear comes to Chris' eye as he remembers his dearly departed doggie. Suddenly, Chris hears a loud ringing, and takes off his headphones. He adjusts his hearing aid, and the ringing stops. Chris puts his headphones on again, and looks out the window. He sees his neighbor, Sisqo, coming out of the mansion next door. Sisqo turns a cartwheel, then grabs his hip and collapses on the ground. Soon an ambulance pulls up in Sisqo's drive, and the EMTs put him inside. Chris becomes bored, and goes into the kitchen with the help of his walker. There he finds his wife, a 30-year-old blonde model named Sylvia Victoria. She's filing her nails and talking on the phone. Chris spots a servant and asks her for an apple and a Coca-Cola. She gives him a coke and says, "Sir, would you like me to get your dentures for you before you eat your apple?"
"Oh yeah, dat would hewp, wouldn't it?" Chris remembers. The servant brought him an apple and his dentures, and some Sea-Bond. Just then, Sylvia gets off the phone and says, "Chris, honey, why are you eating an apple? You deserve cake, my pookie-pie!"
"Doctor says I need my ruffage," Chris explains.