That starter-engine light, see there, is gonna loosen on up and on through it ’til now, yeah, right, exactly. You gotta maybe boost it a little bit with the nebbie flow port right down there under by your foot again and hit it a couple times. Whimsical I know. Ah, and you'll get the hang of it, but it’s kinda like that—the ease when you can sit-down, on a nice cushiony surface somewhere, have the clang of the keys in, jab it all up inside and everything sorta goes off on it’s own, ya know what I mean? but the light is on again, you can see it right there I'm lookin down right at it practically. But where it hits the shade right along the inside so you know it’s gonna be a tight fit and then you can really let it purr for some reason. The snake shakes, the cat quakes, it all makes a lot of sense to me. I really think there’s a definite moment. You’ll get the hang of it. I can smell a good flinging fiasco cut short of a ripe tomato right out about now. Shh. You hear that? Let me get them keys. How else could you consider it bein’ right out the way? And they’re coming here?! Oh, well welcome home buffalo stranger, I kid you not, I was not expectin’ them to come this way. Darn. But now where is all this other commotion coming in from? Hot off the bushels. I get it: there a selling point on this thing, right? There’s some certainty to tune in for all the passer’s by—is there not? Would you look at it. Oh, what a beautiful sight. I sometimes think of empty space as being fun for all of us people’s here to enjoy. But this? This is like a collection of divots slipping in passed gopher-holes where it doesn’t make a difference if you’re gonna cling the starter-belt, or engine-core or not. I mean? Come on now! Let’s be real here, brother. Certainly someone’s gotta stand up here and announce and authenticate the dislodging process for them. It’s not like any of them understand at all what it is we do, you know that right? I mean, who else would it be? You who hold the count should ask yourself if it could have been else-wise to do so. Should I charge ‘em a whole lot more for bein’ lost, ain’t they? You’ll know once you’ve had all your fun and the rider’s back down and secure on the magnet, you can get the whole thing moving precisely as you want it. Just let me operate, you know? They’ve just about gone haywire all the sudden anyways. Let ‘em have it. Pick-pocket or not, don’t give ‘em all our secrets. There’s a job to do and we gotta pay for it all somehow. One way or another. Less riding for us to do anyhow. You keepin’ up with me here now, ain’t ya? Here. Get up on the glass window of this show pony and show ‘em how it’s all done. Quit your tryin’ to be somebody and get it over with. They’ll know who they’re dealing with.