just stop?” Commander Noble asks.
“I was just —I started to sing, but —”
The shrilling duck call sounds again in all its awful terror. So you quickly resume singing.
“‘Live and let die . . . ,’” you sing, then realize you don’t know the lyrics. So you just start humming and making sounds to the music.
The duck call stops.
“Keep singing,” John Luke says. “Go, Uncle Si!”
“Give me a song,” you say. “Fast! Anybody.”
“‘Happy,’” John Luke suggests.
“‘Jump’ by Van Halen,” Commander Noble says.
“‘We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together,’” Ashley Jones adds.
Everyone looks at her with glances that say, Really?
You decide to go ahead and pick your own song.
“‘You should be dancing, yeah; you should be dancing!’”
The giant floating duck call does the unexpected. It blasts out into space and begins to move erratically through the sky.
“It’s doing it! It’s dancing,” John Luke says. “Kinda like WALL-E.”
“Keep singing, Silas!” the commander says.
You start singing whole songs or only their choruses. The problem is, you don’t always remember even the whole chorus. Or any of the lyrics. In which case you just make something up.
You might be the first one in the history of man to go from “Ticket to Ride” to “Low Rider” to “Friends in Low Places.” Hey, Jack —you can’t explain how your mind works.
“‘Beat it, beat it,’” you call out while the black thing in the sky swirls and streams back and forth. “‘Don’t have a heartbeat, so beat it. Tell ’em you’re funky; tell ’em you’re right. If they don’t get you, know you’re gonna bite —so beat it.’”
“Uh, Uncle Si,” John Luke says over the radio.
“Don’t mess with the magic.”
You’re searching your thoughts for more songs so you can continue as the human jukebox when you see the gliding duck call fly directly into your ship. There’s a massive explosion in the sky.
Uhhhhhhhhh . . . “Did that just happen?”
No one answers.
But now the hurtling mass of a machine is coming down from the skies. It’s the DC Enterprise .
Something pops up and out —it’s an escape pod.
Well, at least the other crew members are probably safe.
You stop singing.
The commander is screaming and yelling.
You pull John Luke to the side. “You all right?”
“Yeah. I’m just hoping Ben and Jada are okay.”
Lots of voices are crackling over the radio. It sounds like total chaos.
“We have to go to the escape pod for Ben and Jada,” Commander Noble says.
Do you join the group heading for the escape pod to check on Ben and Jada? Go here .
Do you decide to start singing again because you really and truly can’t believe what you just saw? Go here .
THROW IN THE TOWEL
SOME MIGHT SAY THIS IS GIVING UP. Or giving in. But you’d call it both and then say see ya later and sayonara.
Hey, Jack, sometimes you gotta throw in the towel. Unless you just got out of the shower —’cause in that case, keep the towel till you get some clothes on!
You decide it’ll be best to go home now, even if you have to be tucked into some more cybersleep. The crew members keep making arguments like “Someone might be alive on the planet!” and “We owe it to them to examine the distress signal!” and “There’s danger in being put back to sleep too soon!”
But you care about priorities, not exclamation points. You know Willie and the boys cannot manage things on their own. Your family needs you. The whole world needs Uncle Si.
Yeah. It’s snoozy time for you.
So a few hours later you’re all back in your space suits. AndCommander Noble puts in the commands and gets everybody to fall unconscious one by one. This is like Thanksgiving after Miss Kay’s cooking when everybody is sprawled around and knocked out cold with bellies full.
You feel good about the decision you made. Your eyes begin shutting, and you assume when you open them
“I was just —I started to sing, but —”
The shrilling duck call sounds again in all its awful terror. So you quickly resume singing.
“‘Live and let die . . . ,’” you sing, then realize you don’t know the lyrics. So you just start humming and making sounds to the music.
The duck call stops.
“Keep singing,” John Luke says. “Go, Uncle Si!”
“Give me a song,” you say. “Fast! Anybody.”
“‘Happy,’” John Luke suggests.
“‘Jump’ by Van Halen,” Commander Noble says.
“‘We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together,’” Ashley Jones adds.
Everyone looks at her with glances that say, Really?
You decide to go ahead and pick your own song.
“‘You should be dancing, yeah; you should be dancing!’”
The giant floating duck call does the unexpected. It blasts out into space and begins to move erratically through the sky.
“It’s doing it! It’s dancing,” John Luke says. “Kinda like WALL-E.”
“Keep singing, Silas!” the commander says.
You start singing whole songs or only their choruses. The problem is, you don’t always remember even the whole chorus. Or any of the lyrics. In which case you just make something up.
You might be the first one in the history of man to go from “Ticket to Ride” to “Low Rider” to “Friends in Low Places.” Hey, Jack —you can’t explain how your mind works.
“‘Beat it, beat it,’” you call out while the black thing in the sky swirls and streams back and forth. “‘Don’t have a heartbeat, so beat it. Tell ’em you’re funky; tell ’em you’re right. If they don’t get you, know you’re gonna bite —so beat it.’”
“Uh, Uncle Si,” John Luke says over the radio.
“Don’t mess with the magic.”
You’re searching your thoughts for more songs so you can continue as the human jukebox when you see the gliding duck call fly directly into your ship. There’s a massive explosion in the sky.
Uhhhhhhhhh . . . “Did that just happen?”
No one answers.
But now the hurtling mass of a machine is coming down from the skies. It’s the DC Enterprise .
Something pops up and out —it’s an escape pod.
Well, at least the other crew members are probably safe.
You stop singing.
The commander is screaming and yelling.
You pull John Luke to the side. “You all right?”
“Yeah. I’m just hoping Ben and Jada are okay.”
Lots of voices are crackling over the radio. It sounds like total chaos.
“We have to go to the escape pod for Ben and Jada,” Commander Noble says.
Do you join the group heading for the escape pod to check on Ben and Jada? Go here .
Do you decide to start singing again because you really and truly can’t believe what you just saw? Go here .
THROW IN THE TOWEL
SOME MIGHT SAY THIS IS GIVING UP. Or giving in. But you’d call it both and then say see ya later and sayonara.
Hey, Jack, sometimes you gotta throw in the towel. Unless you just got out of the shower —’cause in that case, keep the towel till you get some clothes on!
You decide it’ll be best to go home now, even if you have to be tucked into some more cybersleep. The crew members keep making arguments like “Someone might be alive on the planet!” and “We owe it to them to examine the distress signal!” and “There’s danger in being put back to sleep too soon!”
But you care about priorities, not exclamation points. You know Willie and the boys cannot manage things on their own. Your family needs you. The whole world needs Uncle Si.
Yeah. It’s snoozy time for you.
So a few hours later you’re all back in your space suits. AndCommander Noble puts in the commands and gets everybody to fall unconscious one by one. This is like Thanksgiving after Miss Kay’s cooking when everybody is sprawled around and knocked out cold with bellies full.
You feel good about the decision you made. Your eyes begin shutting, and you assume when you open them
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