My God, what is it like?
 
 Ollie vB:
 
 Tell us everything.
 
 Ollie vB:
 
 I’ve seen a few in movies, but I’ve never actually been on one.
 
 Zach Sun:
 
 Busy. Loud.
 
 Zach Sun:
 
 Food smells like it has been previously digested by an elderly family dog and vomited onto your plate.
 
 Ollie vB:
 
 I think I just died a little inside just from reading this.
 
 Ollie vB:
 
 How is business class?
 
 Ollie vB:
 
 Is it like glamping?
 
 Zach Sun:
 
 There were no business-class tickets left.
 
 Zach Sun:
 
 I’m flying coach.
 
 Ollie vB:
 
 You’re fucking with us.
 
 Romeo Costa:
 
 Please, Ollie. No one is getting anywhere near your dick without a hazmat suit.
 
 Zach Sun sent an attachment.
 
 Ollie vB:
 
 Sweet Jesus. He really is flying coach.
 
 Zach Sun:
 
 It’s a connecting flight, too.
 
 Romeo Costa:
 
 @ZachSun, care to tell us what and where was so urgent?