EXT. BROOKLYN CAFE ENTRANCE - DAY Cinematic documentary style, soft natural overcast lighting typical of a New York afternoon. A male Klingon hipster stands casually leaning against the distressed red brick facade of a small coffee shop. He has long hair, cranial ridges, thick-rimmed tortoise-shell glasses (non-prescription), a vintage lumberjack plaid flannel shirt buttoned all the way to the top, and suspenders. He holds a mason jar filled with a dark liquid. The camera is handheld and slightly shaky, giving a raw, authentic vlog feel. The Klingon adjusts his glasses pretentiously and looks off-camera with a look of superior knowledge. He speaks, his voice deep but hushed, 'I discovered this outpost three months ago. It was entirely uncolonized by the mainstream.' He takes a sip from the mason jar, grimaces with appreciation, and nods. He continues, 'Their fermentation process is aggressive. Very obscure. You have probably never heard of it.' He gestures vaguely at the door behind him. He states, 'Real warriors drink single-origin.' 8k resolution, photorealistic, shallow depth of field.