Talk to me, Janet said.

We are about to take off, I said, the mighty engines are gathering strength, slowly ever so slowly the giant wheels begin to trundle down the runway, then the pilot slams open the throttle and we go faster and faster then with a mighty swoosh the wheels leave the runway and the plane shoots into the sky, leaving mother earth far below us,  dwindling ever dwindling.  Ah!  We settle back in our seats, begin to relax, unfasten our safety belts. But what’s this?  Flames shooting out of number two engine! We’re losing power. The nose is beginning to droop. Oh my God, we’re going down! Panic stations. We’re out of control.  We’re –

I’ve just about had enough of this, Janet said, putting on her clothes.


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