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I had just gotten my pilot’s license and this was my first official flight working under a flight agency. Mid-way through the flight a group of terrorists force their way into the cockpit and take control of the plane, forcing myself and others onboard to construct bombs with materials they brought aboard. Upon discovering I am too stupid to construct bombs they pistol whipped me unconscious.
When I woke up I was sitting next to a lady, tied up. The lady was also a terrorist, but through bonding over our shared interest of niche random thought problems she agreed to untie me. She appeared to be some kind of leader amongst the terrorists, having doxed every person on the plane. She had, however, mistook my last name for my middle name, and so I politely corrected her and she thanked me.
We became friends over the course of the flight, and after landing she took me to an apartment that she said I could rest in for the time being until the terrorists could take me back home. The apartment, however, was haunted by some form of demon.
A child electronic toy had began to sing and dance on its own in the room the two of us were in. She ran out of the room, me chasing after her, not in fear but just to get away from the haunted object. Playfully she shut the door behind her as she ran, like throwing an obstacle during a game of tag. In doing so however, she opened the opportunity for the demon to grab me.
She realized what she had done and quickly threw the door open, just in time to see the demon materialize as a small blue pig which proceeded to slap me with a fish. In a desperate move I kicked the fish from the demon-pigs hoof, the fish sliding across the room and landing between the woman’s feet.
“Throw me the fish!” I yelled at her, to no avail. She had frozen in complete shock. I struggled to my knees and hands, throwing myself towards the door where she stood. I grabbed the fish with just the tips of my fingers, and with a firm grasp slapped the demon-pig upside the head, “RETURN TO WHENCE YOU CAME, DEMON SCUM,” I yelled at the top of my lungs.
The pig squealed before exploding into a handful of American coins.