[Video Post;][Blink blink! Someone has his Network device balanced on his shoulder to give a good view of, well, himself--and the fronts of the stores he's walking past at th emoment. And he's bopping along down the street, keeping time with the tippity-tappity steps of the worn-out heels of his boots, and singing as he goes:]All right already we'll all float on
Okay don't worry we'll all float on
Even if things get heavy we'll all float on
All right already we'll all float on
Don't you worry we'll all float on
All float on...
[A bright, beaming, winning, friendly smile is turned on, full-power, to the Network device. He just keeps strolling along as he talks.]Well, hey there, everyone. Just thought I'd take these guys--
[He has a handful of knotted-together strings in his hand and he waves these strings at the camera] --out for a walk.
[Moaning and grumbling sounds come from above, on the other end of the strings.]They've been doing that
all day--wouldja believe it? They showed up last night with it and they haven't quit yet. And they've been trying to give me advice and warn me about this and that and the other thing. Yessir, it's a regular inflatable Greek chorus up there.
[More woeful moaning.]Oh, and hey, did you know that if you stick 'em with a pin, they don't pop?
[An undercurrent of laughter throughout here.] No, they don't! They just squeal and whine.
[High-pitched whining and grumbling at that comment. He shrugs.]You can't blame a guy for trying, now, can you?
Anyway--I keep trying to get them to sing, but they won't do it. They don't seem to like doing much of anything.
[He tugs on the handful strings like a petulant child and there's disgruntled moaning coming from overhead.] They just, you know,
float.
And moan and whine and say my parents are disappointed in me or something--which I happen to know is
not true--and a bunch of other malarkey like that.
So I figured, if I'm stuck with these whiners all day, I'll take 'em for a walk and see if it improves their dispositions at all. Doesn't seem to help, but, hey, I like taking walks so it's no skin off my nose.
[From overhead, a voice:]She loved you. But she's dead now.[He pauses, lets his smile fall, and then lets it spread again slowly.]Yeah, they keep saying that too.
[He shrugs.] Maybe I oughta sell them--one Red each seems about fair.
[That bright smile is back again.] Whatcha think?
[Singing briefly:]And we'll all float on...
[He winks at the camera and starts whistling the same tune he was singing before, which lasts for a bit before the video turns off in a--][//video post ends][ooc: Because we all float down here. I went there. I live there. (Not really.) Feel free to see him out and about!]
