Chris coughed. "A computer mouse flying motorcycle?" He grinned. "Is there anything you can't do?" He hopped himself onto the contraption, balancing awkwardly, holding onto the mouse in the least embarrassing way possible. "Let's get out of here, then." He resisted the urge to kick the sides and do his "Hi-ho Silver/Bat out of Hell" routine, as it'd probably only make the situation worse.