!!0ZviLFh59My 02/28/12(Tue)22:29 No.18142826|
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"THEY PUT ON LITTLE AIRPLANES ON THEIR LEGS," Sean screams, "AND FLY AROUND IN THEIR PANTIES, AND USE MAGIC, AND YOU WANT TO KNOW ABOUT FUCKING SLIPSTREAMS?"
"We do not!" Kathy objects. "We wear shorts, you Army pig!"
"There's no such thing as Witches," you snort. "What's next, gonna tell me fucking Toto is riding the tail boom?"
"Oh god," Sean whispers. "He's lost it."
"Says Mr. Witch Man. No, wait, I know! The Witch has Toto's soul bound to her like a fucking shaman or some shit! You funny guy!"
You twist around in your seat, affording you a little bit of room to look back at Ian. You can't see much of him, but he shrugs in a "PROCEED" sign.
"Well," you say, "I see a river down there, and we've only got one engine, so I'm going to put us down."
"You're crazy!" Kathy exclaims.
"I'd tell you to shut up," you reply, "but coming from my own goddamn hallucination, it's kind of hard to deny." You let yourself laugh again, a little bit of that exhaustion-induced manic giggle slipping in with no conscious effort whatsoever.
"Why did you say river," Sean asks, his voice small and tense.
"Duh, floats, water, eh?"
"We have wheels, man. We need to land on the ground," Sean says, using the careful tone of voice you use with crazy people.
"Are you a retard?" you shoot back. "We just took off from a CARRIER!"