[Brinty]

Gosh! I must have had too much alcohol before taking my medication - I've just had the wierdest dream. There I was, flying with Foster Brooks when I was offered a cocktail by the flight attendant. I started to feel faint and went back to the men's room. Then, when I tried to return to the driver's compartment to take over from Foster, the same flight attendant began tearing her clothing off and blocked my path. I really didn't know what to do.

I think she must have slipped something into that drink she brought me. My heart started to race and the blood rushed to my head, I began to feel strange urges - then someone grabbed my hand and we squeezed past her . . . . then I woke up!

DAMN and BLAST!