Shot in a sepia, film-noir grade, the whole sketch plays in one bare dark hall styled as a Soviet-era interrogation or commission room: two officials sit behind a lamp-lit desk with microphones while men in retro pinstripe suits wait on a row of wooden chairs and are called in one at a time, each filmed in the same profile close-up against a diagonal shaft of light. Inserts show a hand picking up an electric hair clipper, and at the end a bespectacled man staggers out with a bloodied, scratched face and wrecked hair.