I worked with Shaun today. At one point, he's walking around the store with his arms held out at his sides, making a low-pitched "vrooming" noise.
Me: Shaun, what are you doing?
Shaun: Flying.
Me: Can I fly with you?
Shaun: No way.
Me: Why not? Come on, it'd be fun.
Shaun: I fly solo. I'm my own copilot.
And there you have it.
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