_“Mayday, mayday, mayday — we’re going down!”_
_ The man pulls desperately on the plane’s controls, but the aircraft only sags towards the unforgiving ground. _
“Stop, stop, stop,” my voice groans. “That stupid and historically inaccurate.”
The short, stout man sitting across the desk from me perks up.
“Historically inaccurate?” he says incredulously.
“Historically inaccurate,” I confirm.
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