*Final few moments of recording from the flight deck of Colonialist’s computer before all signals were lost…*
*muttering to himself* The jungle has really taken advantage of the time I have been out of action. It won’t even allow me to get to the beach any more …
*after long pause* Listen to those toads! Must be some bad weather coming ….
*another pause, with loud background croaking sounds, then a crash* What? Oh, it’s Toby-the-Wimp forcing the door open. He must have heard the storm approaching. All right, then, you can stay …
*longer pause, then sound of thunder* He’s right, as always. Here it comes. Hmm … sounds like a bad one.
*pause* Yes, and here’s a gale with it. I’d better shut the window.
*pause, with increasingly loud crashes of thunder and sounds of wind, then a cry of alarm* I can’t! The window catch is all tied up with creeper! And the creeper’s creeping in at me! AAAARGH!!!