Nothing direct. Nothing with words. That’s not how dodgy rendered telly (barely) operates. Instead, we’re tuned into some kind of ‘50s dance hall regular which gradually descends into static and - dare I say it - a gargled, undying moan or three.
Which would make perfect sense if, as it would appear, Black Ops 2’s zombie mode turns out to be set in ‘50s Cuba.
What do we think, readers? Are we ready to return to Havana to shoot a greener, shamblier Castro between the eyes?