Ah, a plane cloud, it's dangerous, it's Danger! I have to run. What are you doing? Me. It's not dangerous. I'm not going to sleep forever yet, is it something else? Yeah.

It's so awesome - it's fun to swim. I don't know if it's my fault. The oxygen level is getting thinner. I want to swim all the way through the sky, like this. Sexually. It's like a bird.

Oh, pigeons. Look at me. I changed direction. Hey, I'm not dangerous, it's true. But the white pigeon changes its route to the winged ground and descends.