James: Well what now?
Anyone got a knife.
*Mike throws me a knife*
Thanks.
*Mike nods*
Now all we need to do is open these bloody boxes.
*Takes knife ans starts opening the box while running my hand down the length of said box*
OUCH! *looks at finger* Paper cut. *frowny face*
James: Awwww, do you want me to kiss it?
*Pouts* Yes Jamie Poo. *holds out hand and he kisses the finger*
James: Better?
*Mike rolls his eyes*
Yes it is.
*Starts pulling all the Styrofoam out of the boxes*
This is going to take for ever!
*Pulls out the bass and hands it to James, give it a go*
*James strums it and it sounds like crap*
Okay, stop stop stop. Teague, help him tune it and teach him how to tune it at the same time*
Teague: Alright.
*Starts pulling out the drum set*
Okay Mike, come here and help me out.
Mike: *comes over* Yes what should I do?
Do you have any experience with anything percussiony at all.
Mike: I did the one that they play when someone gets hung. Whatever it's called.
That would be a snare drum.
Mike: Right.
Yea, okay well that's good. Were you any good? *crosses fingers*
Mike: I would say so, yes.
Okay well then, if your not I can always go to the future and get someone who can drum so they can teach you.
Mike: Great.
Okay Mikey, start setting this up, maybe Teague can help you.
Jack: Well what do I do? *makes sad face*
Aww, Jack are you down in the dumps?
Jack: Yes.
Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.
The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.
Jack: Oh kay?
Oh yea, you wish you were me.
