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Get home. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close your eyes.