My arrival at CapCut LA is so big the whole city thinks it’s under attack: emergency alerts go off, a military commander gives the order, and an F-22 launches me straight at the venue, where I crash, get up very badly, and walk in smiling like nothing happened. I chose it because I love the contrast of playing everything like a serious disaster movie, only for the big “threat” to turn out to be a guy who just really didn’t want to be late.