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[Sancho]

Sitting in the Speedbird, 38,000 feet above the Atlantic Ocean, smack in the middle of the Intertropical Convergence Zone, dining on a Steak and Kidney Pie*, Julian thought: it’s just as well I didn’t bring the Jump Jet - Argentines have been sensitive about British warplanes on their soil ever since our little soirée in The Malvinas back in the 80s - then another thought crossed his mind: hey, I wonder if they have nose flutes there.







*I nearly tossed my cookies just thinking about it.

[Paulclem]

He flicked through one of the magazines he'd brought along, Nose Flute World, and gazed lovingly at the ancient examples though he lingered most upon the Scarlet Nose Flute of Guadalajara which was said to have mystical powers.

[tonywalt]

Chow Guevara had little fear of Emily's parents and as he lay in bed he organized his ambitions:

- Organizing a takeover of Argentina with a trusty group of South African mercenaries
- Recapturing the Malvinas by all means necessary
- Marriage to Emily

[Sancho]

And so, in a gathering with his fellow revolutionaries, El Chow said, "First thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers."



[You guys have any problems with shameless plagiarism?]

[tonywalt]

"Secondly, we take back the Rhineland, it has to be done when we got the muscle - and we got the muscle!".

[Paulclem]

"Thirdly, we ..." but his voice was interrupted by the droning of a large aircraft -passing overhead to which El Greco, one of the band, shouted, "isn't that Speedbird a leetle low?!"

[Sancho]

Air Traffic Control Tower, Buenos Aires, Ezeiza International Airport - "Speedbird 245, Ezeiza Tower, Buenos Dias, one departure prior to your landing, cleared to land runway one-one, report the outer marker."

British Airways flight 245 - "Buenos Dias Ezeiza, Speedbird 245 cleared to land, marker inbound at this time, departing traffic in sight."

Ezeiza Tower - "Speedbird 245 check altitude."

BA Flight 245 - "Oh bloody hell..."

Ezeiza Tower - "All aircraft this is Ezeiza Tower on guard, Ezeiza Airport is closed, emergency aircraft on runway one-one, Ezeiza Tower on guard, out."


[I propose the following addendum to the one-sentence rule: radio transmissions don't count.]

[tonywalt]

Chow, Emily, Fidelista, Fidel, and Paris Peron enjoyed a cocktail on a cool light blue balcony in Buenos Aires interruped by the annoying chatter of Fidelista who peppered his dad Fidel with questions, "When will I get to be King of Cuba"? he squeaked, then "How long do we have to wear Military Green uniforms? - a simple pink t-shirt would make Such a revolutionary fashion statement!!", his statments becoming lispier as the drinks flowed.

[Emil Miller]

But Emily wasn't listening, because she was wondering why it's possible to play a nose flute but you can't get a sound out of an ear trumpet.

[Sancho]

"Oh thit," said Fidelista, "that thounded like a plane crath over at Ethaythia Internathional," then to Emily, "Em', what'th on your mind?"

[Paulclem]

Emily's musing on her related failure with wind instruments was cut short by the explosion and sirens that accompanied a plane crash.

[Sancho]

Tired from flying all night, suffering from an upset stomach (most likely brought on by the kidney pie), and squinting into the early morning sun, Captain Rupert A. Buckingsworthtonthorpe, had brought the Boeing 777 in for landing low and fast; First Officer Quentin P. Chudderstonbrookfordham had said, "I hesitate to mention it, but you may be flying ever so slightly low and just a smidgen fast, Captain Buckingswor...Holy Craaap!"

[tonywalt]

Meanwhile Paris Peron continued updating her facebook status and tweeting - "OMG - I'm like, in a like plane crash, it's like really bad, OMG - look at my hair!", this was going to get her back on page 1 of the The Daily Spun.

[Sancho]

Unharmed and still strapped into his seat, amidst the carnage and flotsam all around him - twisted metal, wrecked luggage, hair, teeth, and eyeballs rolling around on the runway, charred pages of his Nose Flute Aficionado magazine flapping in the breeze - the last thing Julian remembered was the tall pampas grass whizzing by his window.

[lilimarlene]

Unharmed and still strapped into his seat, amidst the carnage and flotsam all around him - twisted metal, wrecked luggage, hair, teeth, and eyeballs rolling around on the runway, charred pages of his Nose Flute Aficionado magazine flapping in the breeze - the last thing Julian remembered was the tall pampas grass whizzing by his window.