There's like 500 screens of crappy, blurry little shoes or hand towels or whatever. Who in the hell's supposed to have the patience to pick anything but what shows up on the first page?

[sits beside, tucking her glasses into her collar as an afterthought]

Once everybody's "safely" into the coaster, it'll go.

[indeed, the remaining harnesses begin to shut on their own]

You ready for this?