As the gas-deprived helicopter raced down, Jazz radioed for help.

Hello...hello...mission control? This is Jazz. I need help.
Hello? Hello! This is Bubba. How can I done gone and help you, Jazz Chattanoogarabbit?

It's Jackrabbit...and who are you?
I'm Bubba. I done gone and built this plane here, youngin'!

This is a Boeing plane.
Yeah, but da dad-blasted economy and stuf' is keepin' tech sa'port to a min'mun. How can I go and help you youngin'?

Oh, well, I'm about to die. Any way to recover a jet falling rapidly through mid-air?
Let me transfer you.

NO WAIT...
Thank you for calling Boeing. Your call is very important to us. You are the next caller.

The next caller? Phew. That isn't so bad.





3 days later...
This is a really long fall, isn't it?
Thank you for calling Boeing. Your call is very important to us. You are the next caller.

OH SURE YOU DO.
Thank you for calling Boeing. Your call is very important to us. You are the next caller.

I HATE YOU. HATE.
Thank you for calling Boeing. Your call is very important to us. You are the next caller.

I'M GOING TO DIE CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING?
Thank you for calling Boeing. Your call is very important to us. You are the next caller.

HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
Hello, this is John. How may I help you?

John! Thank you! I was wondering how I pull out of a freefa...
Just a second, Jack Jazzrabbit! Let me transfer you...

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooo," Jazz screamed as he plumetted towards the ground while ominous elevator music played.

Thank you for calling Boeing. Your call is very important to us. You are the next caller.

...Or is he? You will only find out in the next chapter titled..."WHATEVER THE NEXT PERSON WHO POSTS TITLES THEIR POST!" Can you stand the increadible excitement?