*As the melody reached its end,Jonah slowly picked himself together.With a smooth motion,he popped his flute open,and clapped it around one of his dreadlocks.He then spoke in a sort of distant,dry voice: "Excuse me,mon.I got some 'tings I gotta be doin'.I be in my quarters if ya needin' me." That spoken,he slowly walked out of the room.*
Sucks to be a weight on the wrong side of the brilliance-insanity scale.
