Randy Jackson Monologue

“Yo, Yo, Yo! Check it out dawgs. I’m just keeping it real up here in the front of the plane. Get ready for the flight of yo life. I am your pilot, Randy Jackson, ready to fly you to absolutely nowhere!” declared Randy as he shoved the microphone back into the wall. My heart sank to my stomach, as I hated to fly on planes. I couldn’t even fathom the thought that I was stuck on this plane forever. I rubbed my hand along the smooth armrest and gripped the end as tightly as I could, hoping this was all a dream. Unfortunately, it was not. “Can you believe this dump? The seats are all torn apart, you can’t even see out the windows, and don’t even get me started on the puke green wallpaper. Ugh, this plane is disgusting!” Corinne criticized as she reached in her purse for a Clorox wipe to disinfect the seat she was about to sit in. “Bad news my peeps, looks like bad weather ahead, make sure you dawgs keep your seatbelts fastened and store your carry-on luggage in the bin overhead,” announced Randy Jackson.
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I hated peanut butter and now the plane would smell like peanut butter for forever, great. “No thank you,” I sighed as I wiped the mixture of spit and peanut butter off of my face. I stood up and looked around me, hoping to find an escape from all of this absurdity. Then I saw it, in the front right corner of the plane was a small, blue box with some faint, illegible writing. I walked over to the box and noticed it was a parachute. An epiphany came across my body as I realized that this was my chance to depart from the plane. I immediately took possession of the parachute, opened the emergency exit, closed my eyes, and jumped out of the plane. I heard a loud thump and slowly opened my eyes. The sight around me was not the crummy, rickety plane, but instead, it was an old helicopter. Just as I thought things could not get worse, they