You had never been on a plane before in your life. As you took a taxi to the airport that morning your stomach felt jittery. It had taken long enough but you had finally saved enough money to follow your dreams and fly to New York where you hoped to begin a brand new life. There was only one obstacle in your way, you were deathly afraid of planes.
Its not that you were afraid of heights so much as you just couldn't grasp the concept of a tube of metal hurtling through the sky at great speeds and not somehow crashing in a fiery blaze of catastrophe. It didn't help that you had seen that famous Will Shatner episode of the twilight zone last night, the one with the creature on the wing of the plane? Yeah, let's just say there was a common theme to your nightmares last night. As the taxi pulled into the airport you shakily stepped out of the car, grabbed your bags and stepped inside.
After going through the headache of airport security you finally find yourself in the actual airplane itself. What luck, you got a window seat. You're not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing but the plane soon takes off and you find yourself nodding away. You dream of many things. The possibilities that await you in the Big Apple, your past working dead end jobs, and then you dream you are William Shatner, sitting next to your favorite glamour model, Holly Peers on this very same plane and when you look out the window a snarling, monstrous face greets you.
You yelp, coming back to reality. You notice the emergency lights are on and the people around you are screaming and panicking as even the stewardesses look like they don't quite know what to do. You begin to sweat as you hurriedly buckle your seatbelt and glance outside.
"Oh my god," is all you can say at the sight that greets your disbelieving eyes. Outside the plane standing at a miraculous height above the clouds was the absolutely gorgeous Holly Peers. Her luscious chestnut hair in curls that fell around her shoulders, she was wearing some kind of swimsuit that brazenly displayed her immense and glorious cleavage. Her eyes, oh her eyes, they stared right through your very soul as she gazed hungrily at the plane. The plane YOU were in.
Suddenly she reached out and simply plucked you out of the sky. The fuselage bent and broke, crushed in her grip, eventually puncturing. Air whipped about your face as the planes wings were scrunched and then broken off.
The last thing you ever heard was Holly's divine voice saying, "Oh what a CUTE airplane! I know JUST where to put YOU! But I think my BOOBS want to play with you FIRST!"
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