My last flight, the fucking op's was fucking with the jet, out from under my ass, I was gonna ride! They boarded with two men dressed in bio suits carrying a cylinder with the skull and fucking crossbones on a stretcher! We, fucking I, asked the Stewardess, what's going on here?
She said with that, I don't know? They flashed the credentials and I was told they were coming.
I said, ah, maybe you could call somebody and have them come down here with someone official and see what men with the M.O. and brand X cylinder are doing on the jet?
Then I repeated it to the Chicago heir boss. I fingered all the op guys telepathically. And they flew with me home too! I patted one of them on the back and said, see, your all takin one for the team!
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