A Co-Worker Boy bought a gyro ball. It's a state of the art gyro ball that lights up. I have see them before, but I've never actually played with one. I am apparently the most natural at it. I just picked it up and... well, just knew what to do.
You just have to understand it. And be one with it. Be one with the gyro ball.
It still bit me once, though. =P
I do a really good radio tenor. It's what Placido Domingo would sound like if he sang for you over the low fidelity of a radio or a telephone.
And preemptively: NO. I will NOT do a voice post. XD It's way too embarrassing for words. I can only do it when I'm drunk, ass tired and at the most unholy hours of the night. >K}
Anyway, that was fun. It's roughly the same voice I use for Marvin the Martian ("ooo, I'm so angry..."), but singing. I broke out into:
Ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me,
il nome mio nessun saprà!
No, no, sulla tua bocca lo dirò
quando la luce splenderà!
... I'm amazed that I didn't swallow my tongue and throw up. But, it got the point across that I was trying to make and impressed the pants off the people around me to hear a tenor voice coming out of a five-foot-nothing girl XD