He scrutinised the old bike and exclaimed 'I hate this bike! It looks monotonous and is so frail the structure of it will collapse.' His dad was infuriated, there was a cloud of smoke elevating from the tip of his nose to the ends of the sky. Gregg murmured 'But it is SO slow!' He stormed off to his bedroom imagining the bike in the most tedious motion he could think of. Despite his boredom of the bike, he inquisitively peered out of the window and he thought in his subconsciousness 'Where on Earth has it vanished.' it seemed like it just disappeared into the abyss...