Below is the machine I used to transport myself to this incarnation of the universe. Alas during the crossing of pan-dimensional bridges it seems to have redacted the colour. Shame really, it had polka dots.
I was once sat at a table in Spain,
Also sat at this table in Spain was a good looking young lady.
This young lady sat at this table in Spain was trying to get the attention of a stray cat by whistling to it.
This cat paid her no attention what so ever.
Bemused, I look at the cat and whistle...