There was a count down ten nine eight seven ecetera. Then a launch. Simple as that. We thought, or somebody thought, not me, that they saw bumblebees flying our of her hair as well. I know. I told them that. Bumble bees don't go with rocket ships. Bumble bees go with flowers and meadows. Rocket ships go with rocket fuel and launch pads and engineers and those kind of companies that sell the same rocket to both sides. Rockets aren't in the same category of thing as bees . . .
