Jack sits down in the confessional, baseball in hand, a look of utter disgust on his face, and a tooth pick hanging out of his mouth. For a few moments he simply throws his lucky ball up and down. Finally, he glances towards the camera. "This bleepin' blows! This is mah first time on a plane, an' I'm stuck on this hunk of BS!? They better have decent grub, or I'll be kickin' someone's ass.... AN' don't get me started on some of these morons." He sighs and slouches back over again, throwing the ball once more. Then he leans in towards the camera, removing his toothpick "Not much off a competition though, I'll have this in the bag, but frankly? I'm a little disappointed"