The Bible of Hank

[Inconspicuous Alt.]

Like always Hank woke up early in the morning at about 2pm, belching loudly and trying to get the
taste of whiskey away from his mouth with a can of beer. His computer had a message on it

To: Henry Jameson Nero
From: Van Nuys flight schoo
About: Flight test results

Mister Nero, I regret to inform you that you have failed your flight test. You failed to fulfil the minimum
criteria required for the safe operation of a Series "Z" Borderworld Fighter. You are eligible to take the test
again for further 30 000 Sirius Credits. Here are your marks:

Flight Control: 4/10 Considered Pass
Navigation: 1/10 Fail
Radar Operation: 3/10 Fail
Engine Management: 1/10 Fail
Communication Systems: 6/10 Pass
Defensive Systems: 3/10 Fail
Cargo Management: 0/10 Not assessed

Examiner's Notes: The examinee showed little respect for his own safety and the safety of his machine,
further more his preparation for the test was abysmal. Flight Control was erratic at best and subsystems
management was completely random.

Hank lit a cigarette and put on a smile resembling that of a man who had just scored with the subject of his wet dreams.

"Aaaaaalright now that's out of the way time to take the this one winged obese beauty
to her prom night!"