The image on the screen is a close-up of a man's hand pouring Caucasian flesh-colored liquid from a clear vial onto the surface of a table around which several children are gathered. "I wanna touch your ski-i-iinn...," the children sing to the tune of the classic Beatles' song. They sing in a creepy deadpan voice, like they don't really mean it. The puddle on the table hardens almost instantly into a leathery residue complete w/ life-lines & wrinkles. The children rush frantically to the table, shoving one another out of the way for a chance to run their hands over the fake flesh. Their singing is heard in the background as the camera zooms in on their hands touching the table. "I wanna touch your ski-i-iinn..."
