One fine day, Black Arches were flying thousands of miles per hour in the stratosphere. They were enjoying thick-cut slices of birthday cake on paper plates. In actuality, they were guests aboard Radiohead's solar-powered sky skimmer, Roskov IV. Everyone was enjoying their cake while sharing some hearty conversation about Microsoft's fourth quarter business projection. Things were looking good. Dan was playing chess silently with Stanley Donwood in the corner.
"This is really good cake." Jayson said with a nod of his head.
"Quite" said Thom Yorke, the spry frontman of Radiohead.
"Phil is actually an accomplished gormet chef; specializing in pastries and cakes." Johnny Greenwood chimed in.
Phil nodded from across the room, then returned to a political conversation with someone in a rabbit-suit. Phil was wearing a faux-leather jacket.
"Have you heard the news?" said a small japanese woman wearing a jacket with shoulderpads, "Several convicts have escaped from Peanut Butter Prison!"
She was talking excitedly, hopping about like a cartoon hunchback.
"I certainly don't feel safe knowing that our worst criminals can escape from even Peanut Butter Prison."
The guys of Black Arches felt an adventure coming on, so they huddled up.
"So a group of convicts have escaped from the infamous P.B. Prison." David said with a wild look in his eye.
"That means there are empty cells." said Nick, finishing his piece of delicious red velvet cake.
"I know I definitely wouldn't want to escape from Peanut Butter Prison. Lock me up!" said Aaron with a grin.
Jayson nodded in agreement.
Dan was still playing chess in the corner. He seemed to have an edge up on Stanley, since his bishop had put Stanley's queen in a tight spot.
The four of them found some comfortable parachutes in a closet labelled: "Parachutes," and strapped them on.
"These are a lot more comfortable that I would have expected!" Jayson commented.
They all knew in their hearts that he was right.
They opened a door in the side of the cabin, and a strong wind ran around the room, overturning glasses and upsetting the short japanese woman who now looked like a strange super-villain in a tirade. Her shoulder-pads bounced up and down in anger.
"What are you doing! You'll be killed if you jump from this height." she shrieked.
Thom knew she was not technically correct, as he had made many black-ops insertions from this altitude.
"Where are you going?" he asked with a knowing look in his eye.
"I don't know!" David said excitedly, "What continent are we over?"
"Asia." said Ed O'Brien, the band geographer.
"Then Asia it is!" David said, just as he was pushed from the plane by Jayson.
Jayson saluted and lept deftly from the craft.
Nick took one last look around, gave Dan a nod (over the chessgame, which seemed to have reached a potential check-mate) and let himself fall from the skimmer.
Aaron didn't do anything of note before he left, he just kinda wasn't on board anymore.
Colin Greenwood closed the door to the stratosphere. The room was suddenly still, and more than the scattered drink napkins and overturned white russians there seemed to be something unbalanced about the whole scene.
"Who invited Yoko Ono anyway?" said Barack Obama. "The only reason I could stand her was that those guys who just left kept her in check."
No one knew who had invited her to the party, but they all agreed that it was better than Kanye West crashing their party. The sky skimmer, Roskov IV, skimmed on.
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