Love and Life in a Gangsters Paradise

Spike didn't awake from his reoccurring nightmare, as he was in fact already awake.

"Wow, that was shit scary," remarked the dragon, "I thought for sure I was going to have a reoccurring nightmare, but the author is evidently to much of a lazy shit to write the massive fuck you paragraph describing the previous nightmares again."

"O shit." thought the author, as he knew that one of his characters had become self aware and had seen through his clever and dastardly ruse.

Anyway, spike leaned forward in his plane seat and started rustling though his bag, he moved slowly as not to attract attention to his movements, until he finally found the items he was looking for.

His turban and a box cutter knife.

He then threw those aside, wondering how they got on this plane, they certainly weren't his, spike planned to crash this plane into the World Trot Centre using his fucking dragon fire, because he's pretty much the only person in this cannon who isn't inbred. Spike continued to rummage through his luggage to see if there were any more undesirable objects, when he found and pulled out a double-ended, flesh coloured, rotating, self lubricating, double action, Co-Op, fifty percent off dido with new and improved real looking veins.

"He's got a bomb!" Said the old mare sitting next to him.

The whole plane full of perplexed ponies laughed and unanimously decided to euthanise her. That's when spike actually pulled out a bomb.

"She was right all along!" screamed a stallion, "You blew it all up! All up! You filthy, god damn animals!"

Spike kekked and then set the bastard on fire with his dragon breath. Spike ran through the corridor, periodically setting old mares and stallions on fire, as Spike believed that they were a drain on the perfect communist society of Equestria, and that if they were unable to contribute to the growth and development of the motherland, they should not be allowed to live in the motherland. He also set a down syndrome baby on fire, because Spike's a cunt.

Spike burst through the door to find the captain receiving, pretty amazing head actually, from one of the flight attendants. This confused and infuriated spike, so he glassed them. Spike took the controls and set e plane in a nose dive heading straight for the World Trot Centre. Spike looked peacefully at his demise, he let out a sigh and muttered one final sentence.

"Hitler was an ok guy."

The plane careened into the building and killed him instantly.