Pilot's voice stretched and distorted the letters of my last name, sounding like mix between a xylophone and grinding of metal on metal.
He stared at me from the doorway, pointing at me.
" ....I AM ON TO YOU, "
"YOU THEEEENK YOU CEEN JUST COME IN HERE AND TAKE MY JEEEERB?"
"I did no such thing. I don't want your job. Take it easy," I responded as calmly as possible.
The man was clearly bonkers and all I had to defend myself with was a pair of rusty scissors.
"OH I'LL TAKE IT EASY.
I'LL TAKE IT SO EASY, YOU'LL BE SORRY...
Truly, a warlike and dangerous people, if ever there were one. I have engaged with these Canadians in contests of drinking and gay chicken. I never won the former, and always won the latter.
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Truly, a warlike and dangerous people, if ever there were one. I have engaged with these Canadians in contests of drinking and gay chicken. I never won the former, and always won the latter.