Chapter: The end of my nightmare

Chapter 7: The End of My Nightmare
In itself, that's a very good situation for us now. They do everything exactly as in our plan, without us having to do anything! Only we still have one problem: this is a fighter plane! What should we do about it? Even if Bush doesn't know what to do with it, Osi can certainly do it!
"Come on, Demon! Just blow them up!" Demands MC. "Just fly around ?! How do you imagine that? How does something like that work?" All three of us are overwhelmed with that. "Well then ... then just try to prevent us from falling!" That can't be that difficult. The only problem is that we have been losing altitude more and more since the autopilot was switched off! So I take all my courage, sit down at this control unit in front of me and pull it up. Probably a little too strong: We do three loops and in the background I hear some passengers starting to throw up. "Keep her calm!" Yells DJ and I manage to fly straight ahead without looping.I grab the microphone and say to Bush's machine: "Okay, Bush, Osi, stop it! Otherwise I'll learn how to fly turns, come over to you and crush you!" That doesn't seem to impress her. Osi stretches past Bush, presses a button and detonates one of the plane's missiles. With my newfound knowledge of how to fly up and down, I can dodge and the missile hits ... my school! Without realizing it, I flew us back to Germany. "Great, here again. What about my vacation now?" I complain, but no one is listening. "The school is on fire, the school is on fire!", The MC and DJ happily jump around in circles. Luckily it's summer vacation and nobody was in the building.
"Thanks, but ... I still have to flatten you!" I say to Osi into the microphone and try a curve. "You already know the difference between right and left, don't you?" Says DJ when I am flying in exactly the wrong direction."Sure!" I growl angrily and turn off again. No, I can't crush them! Bush's machine is faster than ours and keeps evading. "If only we had something to shoot ..." I say and DJ has a really good idea. We will do it immediately. The plan looks like this: We don't do anything. We just wait until they run out of fuel. To speed up this process, we are forcing passengers to throw their suitcases on Bush's plane so that ours is lighter and his is heavier.
"It takes too long, it doesn't work that way!" I say. "Well, then just land!" Suggests MC. "How, just land?"
She explains: "Yes, we no longer have Osi on board and nothing at all. We threw all our problems on Bush`s plane. What do we want here then? Take course to Ibiza again and land there!" But we have another problem: "Where is Ibiza?!?!?!?" We ask the passengers, but nobody knows.So we just take any course.
And if we haven't run out of fuel, we'll fly today!

Final clarification: America had to pay for the loss of the passengers' suitcases. George and Osi crashed somewhere in the Pacific because they both knew how to fly an airplane but not how to land it. I'm still behind the wheel when I write these lines and sing together with MC and DJ: "Above the clouds ..."

:;:;: ;;:; So this is where my story ends. I know a stupid ending. Was actually planned differently. It should go like this: We throw all fat people out of the window onto Bush's plane and after a few people they crash into somewhere. But that would have been discrimination ...
But what bothers me the most: I was so close to Ibiza and now (probably) so far away from it. Hey, I see an island back there! :;:;:;: