Fulgrim Wrote:
well, I've been making plans and I think something like this might work:
first I get Qui to build this contraption for me (I fail at construction apparently, and this is just a concept design as suprising as it is) then I take a flight around the U.S. careful to aviod Utah (there be dinosoars....) and gather everyone up, tying them to the wings and making a rag-tag convoy out of it, complete with renegade Soviet MIG fighter dog fights (they wants our members!!! NOES TO THEM!) and taxi into SFO for the first drop off, sorry guys, no peanuts on this commuter airline.
THEN, I take the biggest risk and cross the indian ocean to England (Im bad with directions...okay? So what If Im a...few thousand miles off course?!?) to gather up our friends over there (bluey can be co-pilot since he is cool like that....and I have prbly passed out from the long flight) and drift across the polar Ice cap to minnosota where we take a pit stop at the Mall of America. After a few hours of sight-seeing and refueling we take off from the food court for the remaining flight Back to SFO....several days later (I accidentally made a K-turn and ended up in greece, where we picked up some other members who for some reason were waiting there....)
As I taxi us onto the runway we are greeted by all the other members, who untie and un-ducttape everyone from the plane, the plane itself finally gives out and falls apart, its monumental task completed and its job done....or maybe it was the quick fixes I made that ruined it....either or. There is much rejoicing and celebrating. The group hug is so massive it can be seen from space....THE END!...of the plan, its not like this is a fictional story or anything! lol, as if....
