I guess there's no need to address the absurdity of the fact that you're a sentient aeroplane. It's a moot point considering that despite all the technology crammed in that aluminum foil hull, you still lack the wherewithal to include a pin in what I'm assuming is your most clever attempt at trash talk.

Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? I hope not. Rumor is that she took a hard nose dive after your deadbeat single engine dick of a father vanished with Earhart all those years ago. I heard she neglected you at home while she was down at the local VA taking propellers left and right from Huey and Blackhawk helicopters in some wierd oil filled aviation bukkake.

All you had to survive and keep occupied was an old Thomas the Tank engine video and bag upon bag of those bullshit in-flight peanuts. Stuffed that cesspool of a hole you use to chat all full of nuts didn't you? Ate and ate till your ass was as fat as Geri Miller's before the 20 pound deduction. How either of you manage to function on the daily is beyond me, but atleast Geri as an excuse.

Go try this dumb shit with Jim, he might even laugh at the rape joke,. If not, put this stupid gimmick to rest like Kobe and fly into a fucking mountain.

Kickout.