THE TALK OF THE TOWN

I'm waiting for the world to be taken over by monkeys.

A loud alarm sounded and panic rose as the private jet was bubbling with commotion.
" oh no! What have you done?" Robert asks, anxiously.
" uhhh... nothing. Everything is under control" I respond as melancholy as humanly possible in this situation.
"I don't think you have it under control. What are you waiting for? Do something!" Robert orders me.
" I'm waiting for the world to be taken over by monkeys" I reply sarcastically, before beginning to hit random buttons.
" ummmm.... I don't think that is going to help" Robert comments.
"SHUT UP ROBERT! I AM CLEARLY TRYING TO FIX THIS PROBLEM THAT WOULD NOT HAVE TRANSPIRED IF YOU HAD THOUGHT OF HAVING A CO-PILOT FOR THIS POOR DEAD MAN" I yell, but I didn't really have to yell since I had accidentally switched on the intercom and all could be heard throughout the private jet.
Due to my amazing power of clumsiness, I had managed to get autopilot running, which Robert failed to mention to me. Sighs of relief could be heard as the commotion subsided. After about an hour, we could see that we were nearing our destination and I might've jinxed the journey because I thought nothing else could go wrong.
System failure. Autopilot mode has deactivated.
All we have to do is land and I don't think that any of us were qualified enough to land it. So I did the most logical thing I could think of, I press as many buttons as I could and due to my amazing luck I press the emergency landing button. Again we were saved by my amazingness.
I was worried for a bad landing so I made sure everyone in the plane had a parachute ready at least that's what I thought.
Suddenly, without warning the plane door flew open and one of the gang members went flying out.
" oh well" I say, " at least he has a parachute"
" oh crap he was the only person who didn't get one" another gang member states and that was when hell broke loose.
"Fudge" I yell before attempting to jump out after him.
An arm snakes around my waist, " where do you think your going?"
I looked up to see Robert's worried face.
" I'm going to save that idiot that fell out" I reply, before attempting to get out of his hold.
"No you are not. Johnny, go save Ryan's ass." Robert instructs.
Johnny did as told and before long everyone was preparing to jump out and make a descent.
We began to make our descent and eventually the rest of them landed. However, I had fallen onto my back instead of landing on my feet. Well, I wasn't a professional parachute person. The others seemed to be professionals in this field. Maybe they have had prior plane malefactions.
Once we landed, one of the gang members, who I think is called Ross, came up to me and slapped me. " This is all your fault. If you hadn't decided to take the pilots position then none of this would have ever......", he was cut off by a punch to his face by none other than....I looked up to see Robert. Why would Robert punch his gang member?
" Ross, you have lost your position in this gang. If you leave without any problems then we won't have to harm you." Robert explains, coldly.
Without any complaints, Ross walks away.
I gape at Ross's retreating figure, before turning to Robert and asking, " what did you do that for?"
" One of the main rules of this gang is to respect fellow gang members and never harm one another. I can't let him get away with breaking this rule or else others would think that I don't discipline the gang members and would start acting up." Robert answers.
Well that does make sense, but wasn't it harsh to kick him out of the gang for that. I don't want to cause any problems so I just nod my head at his reply.
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Author's note:
Thank you for reading this chapter. I hope that you wish to continue reading this story.
I'm sorry for the short chapter.
Word count: 668 words ( not including the author's note)