By this point, Brock's face has contorted into an almost persistent skeptical look. Working a crowd sounds like it falls somewhere on the low end of the Things That Interest Brock Spectrum, and he's envisioning terrible pro wrestler talking about how super-cool he is and it's just about the dorkiest thing he could ever imagine.

"Ugh," he says instead of any of that, very articulately, and rubs at his face a little. But he sees this advice for what it is -- actual advice -- and he has a suspicion that being forgotten isn't something he really wants to encounter.

"I don't know about any of this stuff. What... color options... do I even have?"