Satan was getting bored of his mundane tasks lately, and figured he would
take a vacation. Bermuda sounded good, and maybe he could have some fun
on the way.

"Welcome aboard, sir. Two sections back and the window seat to the left."

As Satan walked the aisle, he took careful note of his fellow passengers.
He then sat down next to an old lady, and closed his eyes.

"This game sucks!" the boy across the aisle yelled, playing his portable game.
Satan opened his eyes and glanced at the boy, about 13 years of age. A very
annoying little boy, Satan thought. He closed his eyes again.

"Billy, people are asleep. Keep it down." his mother said, obviously
not holding any control over him.

Twenty minutes later Satan's eyes opened. "This food looks like SHIT!" the
boy yelled at his mother, looking down at his airline chicken.

"Oh, it's much worse than that." Satan whispered to the boy, with a sly
wink.

The boy blinked once in confusion at the weird guy sitting across the
aisle, and when his eyes opened a split second later, he was looking into
the salivating jaws of what used to be his chicken. The grotesque face
bit off little Billy's head and mangled his body. Just as soon as it
appeared, it was gone. All that was left was little Billy's gored body
without a head. The old woman next to Satan awoke to the screams of
Billy's mother, and asked what happened. Satan grinned at the old woman,
and snapped her neck. He then thrust her head out the window, and she
was sucked out of the plane and into the jet turbines. A moment later the
window was as it was before.

"Oh my god!" the female attendant yelled.

Satan pulled out an airline magazine, grinning to himself.

"I'll have to get out on vacation more often." he thought.

Dreadnought [CHAOS] '93