John wiped the sweat from his face. "When are we gonna get of this darned zeppelin? Why couldn't we have gotten a better ship, like one of those new ones with the air blast rockets, all we get are boring old flak repeaters?" "Stop asking so many questions and get to work this thing is gonna end up like the Hindenburg soon." Liz sneered at him at walked off to the main control room. "hey capin', what are the readings for the tracker engines. "I can't say, they're later than usual... maybe you engineered them wrong because it seems to me like-" "As if i care. I'll be in the boiler room if you need me." John was talking to himself again. "Why does she get to boss me around, if I owned a zeppelin of my own-" "Hey crazy, start shovilin' the coal, this steam ain't gonna vaporize itself." "Okay this is getting really annoying, what gives you the right to-" BOOOOM!"what the-" CRASH!!!!!!!!!!
*cough* "Hello? Liz? Captain? "Alright ye' maggots find the loot and get yer' butts outta here." Great, air pirates John thought. Not that is was unexpected, they had been crawling all over this edge of the Vladimir route for months now. It was just another thing to stop his paycheck. "Hey! there's a survivor! get 'im!" John pulled out his trusty 5 barrel steam puff revolver and heroically shot. *Click. click.* "darn." "Get him!!!!!!" the end