IT'S 9:00 AM IN THE INTERNET CAFÉ. NAPOLEON LOOKS A BIT RAGGED.

NAPOLEON: Oh... I didn't sleep a wink. It's so white and reflecty here.

MOTHER: It IS Antarctica, dear. 98% of the land is covered in ice.

NAPOLEON: Some trees would help.

MOTHER: Well, except for a few grasses, nothing bigger than moss and lichen grows here. You know, if you visited more often...

NAPOLEON: Yes, Mother, I know. I guess while I'm busy not sleeping, I'll check my e-mail.