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Oh to be as calm and well-disciplined as Pantoffel when bodies fall from the sky. But it's a really bad time to be a sane Soud when your comrades grow suddenly curse-drunk. Imagine deciding if your chances are better to play along and crash into the building, or refuse and get thrown overboard and hope you land in a tree. In an early draft I let Duane see this guy and save him before he hit the ground so he could deliver some exposition, but that exposition was given to someone else. Sorry, pilot!