Flight to NYMature


The airplane was crowded. There was talking everywhere. A storm was rolling in. The only one that seemed to be calm was a 5'11" man in a suit with mirrored sunglasses. He appeared to be scrunched up in a little ball in his seat.

"Proceed with the plan." He said.

He straightened out his ponytail as he took a look around the plane.  At that moment, he smelt a foul stench emanating from behind him.

The man stood up and turned around. He saw an obese, hick-ish looking man who was smoking a cigarette behind his seat.

"What?" Said the man, furrowing his brow.

The man with the suit dug his fingertips into the fat man’s forehead.

"No smoking." He said.

The End

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