Atlantis liftoff : chills up meninges. Well, blow me down! It explodes, ya bilge rat, o' joy... Time H0, take-off, shiver me timbers, 11:29 (5:29 pm, ya bilge rat, Swiss time). Suddenly, at 31 seconds, ya bilge rat, t' countdown stops. Blimey! Net as a cleaver. We dare nay believe it. Arrr! Our nerves, me hearties, already in a ball, tangle. Avast! Then, as a detonator, arrr, t' second crash into our emotions. It's off again! Chills captured our emotion, rise t' t' meninges, me hearties, and stagnated in t' heart ... it takes off. Begad! Slowly, unperturbed, ya bilge rat, Atlantis tears himself t' ground, his screams and spit flames in t' distance. It traces its white puff, illuminates a gray sky. Ya scallywag! It merges with t' clouds already. We do t' most distinguished, his thunder fire reaches our ears, are just shakin' our eardrums, we vibrate as well. Arrr! It explodes. For joy ... As Americans, we are, a little.