Porthole

Port, harbor, bandaar.

Porthole, panjare, panjare.

Porthole, panjare.

Porthole for a gun, panjare-ye toob, panjare-ye toob.

Porthole for a gun, panjare-ye toob.

Rope, tanab, tanab.

Rope, tanab.

Wait, what's it called?

Porthole.

Porthole, right.

And he's looking in the window with a grenade, being like, I'm about to make it blow.

Because I guess he doesn't realize he's turned the transmission off.

Port, harbor, bandaar.

Porthole, panjereh, panjereh.

Porthole, panjereh.

Porthole for a gun, panjereh-ye toob, panjereh-ye toob.

Porthole for a gun, panjereh-ye toob.

Rope, tanab, tanab.

Rope, tanab.

because of the

porthole? Porthole? It was a full-size window.

plenty large enough for him to push their body through it somewhere between Savannah and Rio.

Look, just because no one saw her get off the boat in Rio doesn't have to mean that.

Cannon holes.

Portholes.

Portholes,

I think.

Portholes would be like a little window, I think.

Yeah.

Porthole.

Danger Planet Chapter 4 In the Abyss Like a giant silvery torpedo, the starfarer lay in its semi-sunken cradle, the streamlined sweep of its hull broken only by the low hump of the bridge and the massive drive-ring at the tail.

Porthole lights gleamed through the mist, and light spilled through the open space doors down the busy gangways.

It seemed incredible that this inert mass of metal could of its own power leap trillions of miles to another star.

That was why the departure of one of the big starships was still an event, to a generation that was accustomed to ordinary interplanetary voyages.