Array 150 // Voice
[For anyone listening who knows, that's the familiar roar of the Zoomer -- Al's bike-like hovering contraption. The one he's had for the past few years. But something sounds a bit off about the engine, even to the untrained ear. It keeps fading in and out, sputtering.]
Oh no, nonono-, come on-
[The engine roars back to life, but then sputters again, desperately trying to retain power.]
Come on, come on-!
[Nope. No dice. It sputters and then cuts out completely, and for a second there is nothing but silence and the sound of night wind. Al lets out a clipped scream.]
Adea-
[Crash. Wrenching metal, broken glass. A loud, metallic groan of some type of metal, and then ominous silence.
Finally, Al lets out a soft moan. More silence, the shifting of broken glass, and then a heaved sigh.]
This's really not my month.
Oh no, nonono-, come on-
[The engine roars back to life, but then sputters again, desperately trying to retain power.]
Come on, come on-!
[Nope. No dice. It sputters and then cuts out completely, and for a second there is nothing but silence and the sound of night wind. Al lets out a clipped scream.]
Adea-
[Crash. Wrenching metal, broken glass. A loud, metallic groan of some type of metal, and then ominous silence.
Finally, Al lets out a soft moan. More silence, the shifting of broken glass, and then a heaved sigh.]
This's really not my month.