"Insert tab A into slot B.1".
Tab A was nowhere to be found.
"This is supposed to be a ship? Why do we need a ship? It will never fly".
Jack's frustration with tab A was clearly misdirected.
"I like it, it's bright, it's fun".
"It was on sale", he countered.
"It will never fly".
Intent on giving life to our beautiful ship I labored on, struggling to hoist each sail, to send our rainbow skiff out onto the sea of wild air.
"It looks like a gay pirate ship".
It was lovely, bright, colorful and fun.
All the beauty in the world could not save this ship; it would not fly.