There's a party, at an outdoor picnic table, and apparently I am the guest of honor. The other attendees are my co-workers. They give me a special treat, something like an egg or an olive. Ken is the designer of it, and he says I have to bite the end off it. I do so, but it is difficult and rubbery. It takes some struggle with my teeth. But once I've bit it off, he says I have to put the end back in with my mouth, reassembling the egg. I think it's called a "times square".