“Sir, I really must protest.” “No, Jenkins. You must maintain your balance.” “That’s what I’m protesting, sir. I’m literally eight inches above twin helicopter rotors. There must be a better configuration.” “Oh, there is. One where there’s not a wussy piloting the Whirleybird.” “Ah. You’ve already named it.” “First thing was the name, Jenkins. Took … Continue reading Get Away From Da Chopper