Problem there is, they would just whack em with the crash axe, then lock to flight deck door. The world has gone mad, has it not. Imagine if you got a F/O who, well, seemed a little different, your imagination would go wild, you would stop taking in fluids, to postpone the inevitable, you would be as jumpy as, and the poor bloke has simply got a headache. God I am glad I have stopped flying. The worst worry we ever had, was to get the whinger, or someone who bored the pants off you. You poor buggers..........