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Ruling Monarch of the Eels
See, I still have my really terrible flying machine from earlier, when my hang-gliding Frankenstein went on strike. A box fan, a parachute, a lawn chair, duct tape, and a whole lot of prayers have me patrolling the skies, hundreds of feet above the ground.
Then, I see you. You're biking down the highway, blasting 90s rock at top volume. You're so busy looking out on the highway, having a great time, you don't even notice me flying in on my flying machine. I pickpocket the cookie from your biker jacket, then fly away, cackling maniacally. Unfortunately, I don't get far before the duct tape comes loose and the box fan comes off the back of my flying machine, leaving me in my lawn chair to parachute safely to the ground
I crashland in a nearby forest, bemoaning my shoddy crafty flying machine. But at least I have my cookie now. Walking through the forest, dragging the pieces of my flying machine behind me, I begin my slow trek to civilization.
Then, I see you. You're biking down the highway, blasting 90s rock at top volume. You're so busy looking out on the highway, having a great time, you don't even notice me flying in on my flying machine. I pickpocket the cookie from your biker jacket, then fly away, cackling maniacally. Unfortunately, I don't get far before the duct tape comes loose and the box fan comes off the back of my flying machine, leaving me in my lawn chair to parachute safely to the ground
I crashland in a nearby forest, bemoaning my shoddy crafty flying machine. But at least I have my cookie now. Walking through the forest, dragging the pieces of my flying machine behind me, I begin my slow trek to civilization.