MUSICMAN: There's three of us here, marketing executives that is, in a boardroom, the sales VP and a corpse. The client should be here any minute. I write to him from my smartphone to let him know we're ready for him, but there's no need to rush.

I close the chat window, and disgorge a shotgun on the corpse's chest, I get online and order some fresh croissants from the French bakery that's just around the corner from here.With his guts hanging through his ribcage like a broke down meaty piñata, the corpse gets up and with a single swift bite, yanks out one of the executive's jugular in a single move. I'm done making my order, so I go offline and blow the walking dead man's brains out.All of a sudden, the client opens the door, I swing to my side and shoot him. "Sorry Dr. Ardila," I say looking at the fresh new corpse on the ground, "I wasn't aware that you were alive."VO: Sony Ericsson Xperia Play.A smartphone when you’re working, a Playstation when you’re not.

MUSICHOMBRE: En la sala de juntas estamos 3 ejecutivos de marketing, el VP de ventas y un cadáver. El cliente está a punto de llegar. Desde mi smartphone le digo que lo estamos esperando, pero que no hay prisa. Cierro el chat, descargo una escopeta en el pecho del muerto, me conecto a Internet y ordeno unos croissants a la panadería francesa de la esquina.Con los intestinos colgando como una piñata de carne, el cadáver se levanta y de un mordisco arranca la yugular de uno de los ejecutivos. Termino el pedido, cierro Internet y le vuelo los sesos al muerto en vida.El cliente abre la puerta de imprevisto, giro y le disparo. Lo siento doctor Ardila, le digo al cuerpo en el suelo, no sabía que estaba vivo.VO: Sony Ericsson Xperia Play. Un smartphone para tu trabajo, un playstation cuando no estás trabajando.