Chapter: What are they actually thinking?

Chapter 2: What are they actually thinking?
So there the three of us sat: Me (Demon), MC and DJ and a few thousand other passengers and had to watch our entire plane being taken hostage.
"Hey, do you mean they'll fly us into some building?" I said, causing total panic. I stayed relatively calm myself. Why get excited? Even if they would fly us into a building, I couldn't do anything about it anyway. No, I'd rather steal first-class food in a relaxed manner and enjoy my flight. I've never been more relaxed than this moment in my life.
"Stop eating, better do something!" MC complained to me.
"Why me?", I asked and the answer was promptly: "Well, you are beating up the teachers at school too!"
Yeah okay that was an argument. But ... compared the now seriously innocent teachers to Al Qaeda members ?!
I wanted to say something else, but was immediately pushed into the corridor by the MC and DJ to give the guys a proper opinion.Of course, the guy who stood guard in the hallway and held a huge machine gun spoke to me. "Takoige there? Modghji!" That was clearly what he wanted ... if you spoke his language. At these words he stabbed me in the stomach with his rifle.
I was cheered on in silence by the MC and DJ. "Um, I ... I want to speak to your manager!" Yes, that was the first thing that came to mind at that moment. The guy obviously didn't understand and tried to get me to sit down again. But somehow I was in a good mood now. I like it when people can't answer my words ...
"You already understand me, buddy! I need to talk to Osama!" The whole situation was pretty funny even for me, but this time the guy seemed to have understood me. At least he understood Osama. "Goiregh, tjagju mefh! Osama digehg!", He yelled in the direction of the cockpit and reloaded his rifle. Okay, I did something wrong, suddenly flashed through my mind.He'll shoot me to death!
But when the guy turned around again, I was gone. I had squeezed myself into the luggage rack above me with great difficulty and he could no longer see me. I pulled forward and discovered that I could get into the cockpit from here. Hey, I'll just take over the plane, I thought and smiled.
The MC and DJ seemed to have noticed my plan and burst out laughing, which was only appreciated by the gun guy with an angry look.
So I crawled on to the cockpit. Unfortunately, I didn't expect Osama bin Laden ...

:;:;:;:, Yes, I'll do a first-person perspective now. Why not, I'm Demon too. But now I somehow don't know what to do next ... Ideas? :;:;:;: