"OH MY FUCKING GOD WHY!?" I dive out the shack as the plane obliterates it.
"OL' GATO-Oh." I spot the gator selling food in a nearby stall.
"Never mind."
I peer out of the window as the plane next to me crashes into the mob of scensters.
"That guy really needs to get a liscence. He could end up hurting somebody with his careless plane-flying skil-"
The engines of my plane explode.
"Fuck."
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