He resumes playing, now even more dramatically. Leonard puts the groceries down and walks out.
"Oh good. It’s space-call music again. My TV wasn’t haunted enough."
Sheldon resumes. The pitch wobbles dramatically. Penny enters from across the hall, wine glass in hand.
"You’re playing the theme from Star Trek again, aren’t you?"
"You’re waving your hands at invisible knobs."
Sheldon extends his right hand toward the vertical antenna, left hand hovering over the horizontal loop. He moves his fingers with surgical precision. An eerie, wavering glissando fills the room—somewhere between a cello, a sci-fi sound effect, and a distressed cat.
"Leonard, yes. I have achieved something remarkable."
"I’m moving to the comic book store."
