Three, video.
[ The device flies against something and turns the video on, but England is too busy floating gracefully across the room to try to turn it off. The camera just keeps recording in a circle as the guide flies across the room. By the frown on his face he seems to be at this for quite a while. His feet are trying to hold down to something, and in his hands he's holding a teacup. He tries to sip from it, but the tea just floats away in large bubbles. He leans over to try to catch them and ends up losing his hold, and he's launched into the middle of the room.
Maybe he's not so graceful after all. ]
[ He groans and stubbornly tries to slide closer to the tea again, moving his arms and legs like he's fucking Peter Pan, damn if only his fairies would produce fairy dust... After a while he does manage to approach the tea, but when he tries to drink it he gets it all over his shirt instead. Yet another frustrated groan as he throws the cup into the air, a bit more dramatically than necessary. ]
ARGH!! IS THERE EVEN ONE BLASTED THING ON THIS GODFORSAKEN SHIP THAT WORKS AS IT SHOULD?!!
Maybe he's not so graceful after all. ]
[ He groans and stubbornly tries to slide closer to the tea again, moving his arms and legs like he's fucking Peter Pan, damn if only his fairies would produce fairy dust... After a while he does manage to approach the tea, but when he tries to drink it he gets it all over his shirt instead. Yet another frustrated groan as he throws the cup into the air, a bit more dramatically than necessary. ]
ARGH!! IS THERE EVEN ONE BLASTED THING ON THIS GODFORSAKEN SHIP THAT WORKS AS IT SHOULD?!!