Thats right, so next time you're thundering across those fark'n big hills on Y1, on a cold and dark ****ey night, while the skipper is tucked up warm and snuggly in bed, and the number two engine throws a blade though the side of the cabin and proceeds to try and shake itself off the wing...... while the cabin rapidly depressurizes ..... rather than reaching for your oxy mask and pushing the thrust up..... you can turn to the brand new S/O (no disrespect!) sitting next to you and say.... "well bloggs, you have the con, I'm off to the bathroom for a really big ****e, because I'M NOT IN CHARGE! "
