Three people riff on the classic song "Fly Me to the Moon" with random interjections. One keeps saying "not the right eye," another asks why someone's out of their car, and the whole thing feels like a chaotic, unscripted moment caught on camera.
I see the ring. Yeah.
Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars, let me see what the rain is like on a—
not the right eye.
Wait, what? What the—
why are they out of their car?
Hello Elijah followers. Finally made it to Berlin. They're comfy though. Why do I drink so much water?
