<br/><br/>Ari frowned at Tyler then pointed over his shoulder towards the oddly beautiful creature.<br/><br/><strong>The flying turtle thing.</strong>she said.  Regaining control of her composure as she clicked.<br/><br/>(http://i798.photobucket.com/albums/yy268/chelemar/flyingturtle.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;">spec. 1  World 1, day 1</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;">For Sarah</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;">Flying turtle thingamabob</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;">"Bob" for short.</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;">Aprox. 1.5 feet long</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;">Aprox. 1 foot high</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;">Aprox 5 lbs</span><br/><br/>After a few moments, she added, "<strong>Lieutenant, If I see the bad guys, for the record, I'm not gonna make any kind of shocked surprised kinda 'look at that' kinda noise, greeting, etc."</strong>She warned, tongue firmly planted in cheek.<br/><br/><strong>I also, do promise to try not to give you a heart attack before you turn thirty.</strong>Pondering a minute, she went on to add,<strong> "at least not by fright.</strong>