“Alright,” said Benny.
“Now that the Danadian economy is taken care of, it is time for my
true calling: ace pilotry!”
“Wait, are you sure
you're not Toaster-Man in disguise somehow?” asked Josephine.
“You're starting to sound like him.”
“No,” said Benny. “I'm
Benny. But that guy's kind of awesome now that I think about it.”
“Benny's officially gone
crazy, everybody,” said Jeffery.
“No, I'm with Josephine,”
said Charles. “I think Toaster-Man has somehow found a way to
transform himself into other people. It's definitely possible.”
“Whatever, you guys,”
said Benny. “The narrative is clearly saying 'said Benny' after
everything I say.”
“I thought only
Toaster-Man could read the narrative of the book,” said Megan.
“I'm just starting to see
it, for some reason,” said Benny. “I swear, I'm not Toaster-Man.
It's just this weird ability that you can develop, apparently.”
“Well we did all feel the
chapter breaks,” said Michael.
“Anyway, if I were
Toaster-Man, I'm still helping everyone out now by flying this
plane.”
“And if you were
Toaster-Man, you'd still owe us a pizza,” said Tessa.
“Yeah, but I'm not, so-”
said Benny. “Anyway, whoever wants to watch me take the first steps
in Danadian aviation, join me on floor two dozen-eleven!” He
pressed the button for the elevator.
* * *
Everyone had joined Benny,
save for the scientists who were still working in the lab and had
missed the entire series of events. He had disappeared into another
room off of the main airplane floor to make some final preparations,
and presently he emerged.
Benny made no further
speech but instead walked silently and confidently toward the plane
he would be flying, to transport vital farm equipment down to the
ground. The runway being only nearly the length of the (admittedly
very large in diameter) tower, there was not much room for error. His
plane was near the back of the room on the east side. As he walked
there was a breeze from the missing window on the west side of the
room that he would be flying out of, and it would have blown his cape
back dramatically except for the fact that he was walking the
entirely wrong direction for that so instead it blew his cape forward
awkwardly. He got in the airplane and soon the engine and propellers
whirred to life. It picked up speed remarkably quickly in the tower
and soon flew out the window.
*8*
It
had apparently not picked up quite enough speed, and the plane
swiftly dropped as it flew out the window. Benny caught it, however,
and pulled up just in time to avoid a catastrophic and premature
meeting with the ground. Flying extremely low, he also narrowly
avoided an encounter with a cluster of trees by banking sharply to
the right, and pulling up once again. He was thrown into a barrel
roll (or perhaps he intentionally did a barrel roll, but it didn't
seem like it). But, fortunately, was still on an upward trajectory.
Benny was now going entirely the wrong direction from where he was
aiming, which was a smooth patch of ground near the river to the
south, where the farm would be built.
Coming out of the barrel roll just as the plane started to dive again, Benny piloted it smoothly around the tower, now flying northeast of it, without any major obstructions. He was gaining speed and turned now to the right again, in a smooth curve one hundred eighty degrees, parallel to his landing area. Benny started slowing and went into a controlled dive, on a path to his destination. But gravity was pulling the aircraft in too quickly, and he started to lose a bit of control, the plane rolling to the right and then the left as he overcompensated a minor buffer of wind, then overcompensated for that overcompensation. Benny tried to pull up, but was going too fast. The airplane hit the ground on the tip of its right wing, bounced, and disintegrated into several pieces.
I felt the presence of a new soul join me, where I had been watching from above the scene fourth-dimensionally, in Pizza Paradise (I really need to think of a new name for this place). Benny was dead.
Coming out of the barrel roll just as the plane started to dive again, Benny piloted it smoothly around the tower, now flying northeast of it, without any major obstructions. He was gaining speed and turned now to the right again, in a smooth curve one hundred eighty degrees, parallel to his landing area. Benny started slowing and went into a controlled dive, on a path to his destination. But gravity was pulling the aircraft in too quickly, and he started to lose a bit of control, the plane rolling to the right and then the left as he overcompensated a minor buffer of wind, then overcompensated for that overcompensation. Benny tried to pull up, but was going too fast. The airplane hit the ground on the tip of its right wing, bounced, and disintegrated into several pieces.
I felt the presence of a new soul join me, where I had been watching from above the scene fourth-dimensionally, in Pizza Paradise (I really need to think of a new name for this place). Benny was dead.
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