Molly: *staring intently at the blue, yellow, and red balloons filling the room* Alright, Bill, we're space problem solvers. Bill: *laughs* Space problem solvers? You definitely pull off that MO of a kindly old kids' party hostess, Miss Molly. Molly: * Waves her hands around her head and gives a wide smile* Oh, please! I nail it. Now give me that notebook, I wrote the code you need up on the large piece of scrap paper over in the brown bucket. Bill: *grins* I'd give it right back - but it's in my pocket, fer cryin' out loud. It's getting a little too tight in here. Molly: *chuckles* Love that wide brim hat you found in our dugout. Boom. That's in, that's done. The timing's perfect. We have 7 minutes of good air to move through. Bill: *slips his position* *picks up a small weight device* *looks expectantly at Molly* Whatcha got, Molly? Molly: *rolls her eyes, holding a small tablet in her hand* A countdown to owner greeting at ten. And we dash from Nazala's to Lil' G'd floor. No chance of howling the front in anytime soon.. hats off to that laser. Bill: *Nods to Molly, putting on his mask* You dial down that tune on the boom box, section's set, acrobatics pending and the spirits profound energize us spiritually, jazz is classically trained inside our ears naturally falling to this moment. Molly: *Smirks* Channel your true self, the lions and the wolves, the wolf and the fox, the adventurers and their house of noicsin on this fourth of July evening. Bill: *Winks* Bold words for a woman in fancy dress! Get ready, Molly, our time is now!