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