"Woah!" says Rod as Meat walks past him, "Hold up. Check this out." he says. Rod is known to have moments of 'artistic' vision, which is more like dealing with a kid on an all too natural acid trip. Nobody knows what he's talking about half the time. "Look up there at Johnny's planes. That one, and that one, and that one..." he walks in front of the group, and is pointing up at the sky. "That whole group is moving, like, together. Holy crap, it's like falling stars, but....it's not." He runs his fingers through his dirty hair, the red stripe on top sticking up a bit now. "It's like one, two, there's like fifteen of them moving in sync up there. I mean, this is some real Carl Sagan *CED* right here. I mean, wtf?"
He walks up to Meat, looking like a frightened child, his eyes wide and shaking, "Dude, it's just like that Darkest of the Hillside Thickets song. 'The Stars Are Right', man. The stars are right." His voice trails off as he give Meat another scared look....and then sucker punches him backhand in the gut. He laughs hand holds Meat off from swinging at him, and runs off to another side of the clearing to fend him off, laughing hysterically.
(OOC- A love tap, no damage intended.)