I'm afraid, gentlemen, that I will not be at liberty to be on the maiden flight of the A3XX. I sold my first class ticket, and my soul, to be booked on the maiden voyage of the Queen Mary II.
So while you boys are sitting cheek-to-jowl, titilating yourselves over the ptvs, I will be, in my tuxedo, strolling the promenade deck of the largest moving object ever made by man, Cunard's QM2.
It's so big, in fact, that your A3XX could fall out of sky right on it, and it would make but a mere dent, I say.
Did you feel that thud, Jeeves?
I did, sir. Strange. It sounded like we hit something.
Go out and see what it's all about.
As you wish m'lord.
But you need not worry. Should such a calamity happen to your A3XX, I would put on my best British accent
to calm the panicked cattle of your fellow air passengers, while I rescue the lot of you from your own silly contraption.
Afterwards, you and the other survivors could join me for a cognac and a cigar in the First Class smoking lounge.
If they let you in.