*wonders what it was that just whiped by his head*

 

*Notices lightning Flickering in Clouds*

 

*Trys to pry open canopy to get in back seat*

 

There two seaters right?

Gwampy, you should be flying an F-15 Eagle, not that icky old Phantom.

Fighter planes are so 20th century... 21st century is UFOs :P

I woulda gone for an ice cream tbh :P

Without the U they're not UFOs, and to be a regular form of transport they would have to lack the U.

Regular forms of transport!

Also the F-22 Raptor is a butt-ugly plane.

The F-4 was on sale at the military surplus store since it is no longer the state-of-the-art machine that it once was.  I had to raise the roof of my garage and buy a taller door to avoid having to put the tail on and off with each scramble.  And, yes, I believe the phantom was a two-seat model.  Fearsome device in it's day.  No longer.  Now it's a "used-to-be-great" "has-been"...sorta like me.  :(  But, together, along with the bounty hunting co-pilot, we'll ride the lightning and create some monstrous thunder (with the help of the home-made bean soup that's in the frig).  ;D

 

* releases the rear hasps from the canopy so the Crook Catcher can climb into the navigator's seat *

 

Hope you caught that GPS that flew out the cigarette hole...otherwise, it might be a VERY long ride home!!!  :o

Ohhhh so thats what that was... *Scratches head*

 

I have gps on my phone... *Hands phone to gramps*

Cell phones don't tend to work very well 30,000 feet in the air. :D

Depending on the circumstances, neither do lungs.

Lungs would work... although the temp would be awfully hard to negotiate

Well, I don't know enough about altitude and air pressure to know at what elevation the air thins enough that internal pressure exceeds external pressure. I could probably ask the internet, but I don't wanna.

Well then that's fine and dandy for you

*fines badclod for not being dandy*

*dandies up*

Are you now, in fact, foppish?

*thinks it's a trap*

*eats a burrito*

*vacates the area before badcloud takes after Gwampy*

*hears countdown*

Countdown with bombs ftw.

*flies through the air from the gaseous flow*

*shoots a missile at BadC*

No, don't! Do you want to spread that stink?!

Well its an implosive missile, so instead of spreading him, it makes him go poof, inside of himself.