They sound really masterful and experienced when they play, like a naked little Indonesian kid who gave his family, friends, clothes, and food to spend his entire life practicing the recorder. Every conscious moment of his life, he spends playing the recorder. You know he's nearby when you see a little shadow come around the corner, followed by the sweet little sound of the recorder. Then there he is, with completely black eyes, walking like a two legged crab toward you. The movement of his fingers is so therapeutic, that you just want to fall asleep next to the boy upon seeing them mo- The naked little Indonesian boy's recorder skills do not falter, even in bed. You wake up to the boy sitting on your stomach, his face two inches away from yours. He has no recorder in his mouth, and no hands near his head. Just the two pitch black eyes placed in his face. You still hear the recorder, how could this be? You try to turn your head to see where the sound is coming from. You cannot move. The little boys eyes are so mesmerizing. The naked Indonesian boy leans back, and gets up off of you. You try to sit up, but a shooting pain runs through your chest, and your rib cage bursts open as a massive steel recorder bursts out, removing your organs in the process. The Indonesian child grabs the metal instrument and places it in your mouth, prompting you to play. You try to blow into the recorder, but cannot, because you have no lungs anymore. The child seems enraged by this, and floats up to the roof. He straightens to a plank, and starts to spin in a circle, like a ceiling fan. He starts to make strange noises... [i]wagga Wagga Wagga wagga wagga wagga wagga wagga wagga wagga wagga [/i] You awake in a plane. You are the pilot, you begin to realize the you are heading straight for a tall building. But then, just when you might have thought he left... [i]wagga wagga wagga wagga wagga[/i] You turn to see the naked Indonesian boy standing on the wing of the plane, doing a crab walk back and forth. Then you realize you are ready. You unbuckle your seatbelt, and walk outside the pilot's room, leaving the plane without a pilot. You open the door to the plane, and look out to see the child on the wing. He holds his arms out, as if to catch you. You jump from the door, and get caught by the child as you pass. He looks at you with black eyes and says: [b][i][u]"You have done it, my son. You are ready for the recorder of destiny.[/u][/i][/b] The boy hops onto your back and you both fly to the front of the plane. [i]wagga wagga wagga wagga wagga[/i] Before your eyes, the plane morphs and shifts into a giant rocket propelled recorder, and blasts toward the tall building. You scream [b]"I LOVE LITTLE BOYS"[/b] and the recorder smashes into the building with explosive force, letting out a high pitched whistle as the structure falls to the ground.