With my recent decision to target a piloted air vehicle as distinct from say a 'Star Trek' transporter, the natural choice for test-flying was that dummy with articulated arms... leaving the one here to be donated to a charity clothes-store in the mall.
I drop in to see how he's doing, and looking for a mannekin in a Red Arrows flying-suit I discover him in this instead.
"You bastard, you utter BASTARD! Chief Test-Pilot you said, hundreds of feet in the air" he roared, "as against THREE feet up in a fucking BALL-GOWN!!!".
"Silicon Valley for you mate." I said, pointing out they were gender-fluid from the off.
