[Vic points out his victim at the cafe. They're still rubbing their eye where the airplane struck them. The airplane itself sits on the table waiting to be read.]
My airplane might have turned into a homing missile.
[He doesn't sound too broken up about it. That was funny as hell in his mind.]
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My airplane might have turned into a homing missile.
[He doesn't sound too broken up about it. That was funny as hell in his mind.]