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- Jul 6, 2015
I now have a mental image of a jet barely hovering off the ground, the nose cone scraping across the ship deck as the thrusters have to go full burn just to move forward; the moment it clears the flight deck it plummets straight into the ocean, taking Striker into the deepest depths immediately, surely leaving him to a watery grave as he stares out into the black abyss. No heat. No light. No sound. He closes his eyes, lets out a faint growl and shits himself one last time before the deep sea pressure crushes the cockpit and his bloated carcass floats upward where a legion of sharks consume him; the sharks die of heart failure of few days later from his high grease content.
Years later a deep sea salvage crew recovers the ship. Legends of its pilot of spread far and wide among the Air Force; some bulbous, gluttonous creature that had no business flying dying moments after takeoff. As the rusty, ruined aircraft is lowered onto the deck someone swears they hear something odd on the air; PHHWWFFFTT, like some fatass playing the conch. Considering the ship to be haunted the crew drop it back into the ocean and nothing of value was lost.
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His dad better watch out for the guy in the wolf mask!!
