“I swear, bro, just let me build one more lane,” a voice pleads. “I swear we’re gonna fix traffic!” Bleak bumper-to-bumper gridlock fills the screen. As the voice repeats “I swear, I swear,” more traffic fills the screen to the beat. “Just make it bigger!” Highways cleave across more anonymous cities. Red dirt is bulldozed to pour more concrete.
Suddenly, the screen clears. “Do you know what would fix traffic?” a new voice says. “Trains!” A funky beat drops. More train pics ensue.