MY DAD DID THIS BACK IN THE SEVENTIES. HE WORKED OFF OF STEVANGA IN SWEDEN. HIS TEAM OF FOUR WOULD ACTUALLY STAY AT THE BOTTOM IN THE BELL AND COMPARTMENT. THEY DID TWO WEEK SHIFTS. ONE DAY MY BROTHER, SISTER AND I FOUND A CASSETTE TAPE MARKED “SEA FLOOR” SO WE THREW IT IN THE CASSETTE DECK. WE THEN PROCEEDED TO LISTEN TO THE GREATEST TAPE EVER RECORDED, AND LAUGHED UNTIL WE WERE PEEING OURSELVES. TO PASS THE TIME, THESE FOUR BRAVE SOULS WOULD RECORD THEIR FARTS INTO A MICROPHONE ATTACHED TO A SMALL WALTHAM TAPE RECORDER. THAT TAPE WAS OVER AN HOUR LONG. BRILLIANT TO A TEN YEAR OLD.