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FLYING TONIGHT ON A LUXURY TOUR TO NEW JERSEY, but the pilot is tragically inebriated and is subsequently going to crash into a burning pile of wreckage somewhere in Newark. The cockpit of this dirigible is equipped with a tiny television, futon matress and a box of Japanese toys so it's not as if the aircraft is carrying anything important. OH, THE PILOT. The pilot is in there as well. Maybe a moth and some dogs too. Maybe there are some passengers. We were to drunk to record their names, had they entered. The doorman is a mouse that lives in a nest in the corner of the barbeque grill, and I don't think he knows how to write properly anyway.
The rest of this luxury aircraft is equipped with a bathroom complete with toilet and turtle, and a kitchenette stock full of more bags of potato chips than you can shake a stick at. Each guest will provided one fork (but no spoons because they are never taken out of the dishwasher) and one dog-hair covered snack cake courtesy of the drunk pilot. God only knows what you are going to use the fork for anyway because we only have potato chips.
There are also supposed to be safety guides located in the front seat pocket that illustrate the emergency exits in the aircraft, but nobody remembered to print them. Also, there are no seats. Most of the exits are blocked awkwardly with furniture anyway, so don't worry about it as you'll probably just explode in case of emergency and that's a lot less effort than running and trying to find a door. None of the smoke detectors really work, but we figure that you'll figure out there's a fire if you see flames as they are generally a good indication of a fire.
There are maybe two reclining sofas which are also covered in dog hair but you'll have to fight over them. Guests are welcome to all pile on top of each other in the twin bed on the second level that has no sheets on it, located in the tiny room off to the right with pictures of rap artists taped all over the walls.