"How much longer is it gonna take to get there," complained Lyora.
"It shan't take much longer milady," responded Jeeves.
"No, it shan't," said Lyora, getting up out of her seat, "I'm going to have a talk with this pilot."
Lyora kicked in the cabin door to see the pilot slumped in his chair. Quickly, she walked over to him, placing her finger on his chest to check his pulse.
"Damn bastard, having a heart attack on the job."
Lyora completely drained him of his soul, rather than allowing it to go to waste, and waltz back into the cabin.
"Jeeves, can you fly this thing?"
The old butler looked at her with surprise, "No milady."
With a look of distaste, Lyora cursed under her breath,
"Do we at least have a parachute for me?"
Jeeves nodded "No".
Annoyed, Lyora plopped herself in her seat and buckled her seat belt."
"Jeeves, if we survive this, I'm going to kill you."
"Yes milady."
As if on cue, the jet fell out of the air and began the perilous 36,000 foot descent toward Insane Island.