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[LT Sandpaw]

Well we're at occupant capacity. Everyone else jump into the cargo bay.

[Lord Daskar]

* Lord Daskar sits in a chair.

[Kitsune]

Most Cessna planes holds at least eight people. There are still a few seats left.

* Kitsune takes a seat.

[Lord Daskar]

That problem can be solved easily.

[LT Sandpaw]

Specified as tiny though, most likely a four seater.

* LT Sandpaw scoots over in the copilot seat to make room.

[Lord Daskar]

* Lord Daskar puts Banya with Sand.

The 'BLT Sanya.'

* Lord Daskar sits back down.

[Tam and Martin]

Move out of the way guys, fat person coming through.

[Groddil]

@What's: "I don' wanna no 'ow ya got that, mate, but I ain't gonna argue. 'Ere, 'ave this spare musket."

@SarcasticPresident: "There ain't enough room fer ya!"

* Groddil Dundee duct tapes Tam to the outside of the plane.

"Arighty, everyone who ain't on the plane yet. This vehicle (Aussie pronounciation is Vii-hick-lll, with empasis on the "hick" and a short pause between each syllable.) is full, mate! So, there's only one thing we can do!"

* Groddil Dundee shoves everyone else into a large metal box, seals it shut, and ties it to the back of the plane.

"That should do it. She'll be right, mate."

* GroddiL Dundee hops back in the pilots seat.

"Prepare for takeoff, CaptainCrud."

[LT Sandpaw]

 

* L FLIPPING T SANDPAW spins the propeller to get it going then climbs around Banya to get back into the co-pilots seat.

Coms, lights, flaps, brakes, ailerons, rudder, elevators, the little gage thingies, yoke, fuel, all low and in terrible condition. But they'll make due. Lets get this puppy in the air.

[Groddil]

"Shuddup, CaptainCrud. I don't care 'bout all the little doohickey thingys. All we gotta do is push the button."

* Groddil Dundee slams down on a large red button in the center of the console.

*The Cesna disappears in a blinding light. Thanks to 'STRAYA POWER! the plane is easily carried by supersonic kangaroos all the way to the center of a busy Brisbane highway.*

"Crickey! Everyone out!"

[Kitsune]

* Kitsune crosses over to the side of the highway, weaving between cars with practiced ease, and shouts over "Is this really our designated landing space?"

[The Skarzs]

*Breaks metal box open from the inside.* Fun!

[Wylder Treejumper]

*Walks up to Groddil*

G'day, mate! This the Aussie Adventure Tour? 'Ere's me application.

*Hands Groddil a sheet of paper*

What's your name? Wylder Treejumper
Are you a bloke or a sheila? Bloke
There'll be beer served aplenty to ya down under, and the legal age is 18. Are ya older than 18? Ain't, and wouldn't drink none noways.
Are you able to operate any sort a motor vehicle (e.g. Holden Commodore, Tinny, Flying airplane thingy)? Sure, I can. Pretty much anything. Am I licensed? Now, that's an entirely different sort o' question...
Do ya have insurance? Sure do.

[Banya]

Quick, Wylder, jump in the plane!

[Groddil]

"What? NO! GET OUT OF THE PLANE1!!"

*A car narrowly misses the Cessna*

"Whatever, Trump, you're in. JUST GET OFF THE ROAD!"