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