"The plane was a necessity - a tool to meet an end, to do a job worth more than it cost to run, day-in, day out without complaint like a thousand other jumbos had done until finally it got to old to work and got cut up and turned into coke cans.
And with it came the right and privilege to never, ever have to answer another bloody Stingray email again."
And with it came the right and privilege to never, ever have to answer another bloody Stingray email again."
Oh sweet meteor of death
Fall upon us.
Deliver us in fire
To Peace everlasting.
Fall upon us.
Deliver us in fire
To Peace everlasting.