(^^ Brill.)<br/>Chris again didn't enjoy the journey in the bus, being swooped around an awful lot, and bashing off things. That was the unfortunate part of being thin as a stick. As they pulled into the garage he had somehow tangled up his paws in one of the sunroofs and was hanging upside down. "...I'm taking my bike from now on", he whimpered. Wriggling for a moment, he freed himself and fell flat on his arse. Wincing and getting up, he tottered uneasily for a moment before dismounting the bus. He looked off into the distance. "Alright, I'm gonna call in a few favours, to see if I can improve our sound-and chances of things going smoothly-somewhat. I'll see you guys tomorrow at the club." He looked at Ptricia's house. "...perhaps after some falafel and a nap."<br/>(...it's a montage...all yours Bubble.)