P-996 Lazer
This jet is like a mad dog with a missile launcher. It shoots things, explodes things, and hates your guts. It’s in some stupid desert with no snacks and a lot of crying.
I flew the P-996 and cried because there were no snacks. I exploded a cop.
That jet is the reason I failed math. It hates me.
I shot a missile at a truck. It exploded. I got a snack. They didn’t.