Oh yeah..Airhogs, the conclusion.

If you have been following the story of a remote controlled airplane I had called Airhogs:
We were playing with Airhogs.
On a good note.

A week or two ago my friend Doug at Millersville gave me a call. He said that since the plane had fallen off the roof and disappeared, he had been going to his neighbors asking if they had seen the plane. No one knew where the plane was. That day though he saw two kids playing out in the street so he went up to them. One of them was the 10 year old fat kid referenced in the note we left Doug before we left Millersville to tell him what originally happened. It said something like:

Airhogs stuck on roof, get help!
Fuck the fat kid.

So anyway, I shall recount the conversation Doug told me occurred earlier that day:
Doug: Hey you kids! Come here.
(kids walk over)
Doug: Have you seen a black airplane around? It looked like a stealth bomber.
Fat Kid: No. I havn't, I don't know what your talking about.
Kid's Friend(Talking to the fat kid): Hey wait, isn't that like the plane you have on your shelf?
(Fat Kid gives an evil stare to the friend)
Doug: Ahaa!
(Doug goes inside, gets the box, and shows the picture to the kids)
Doug: If you have this go get it now.

So the Fat Kid and his friend goes inside with Doug and sure enough Airhogs is sitting on the shelf. The Fat Kid had stolen Airhogs after we specifically told him to return it to us (he was watching us try to get it down before). Airhogs was almost lost but has since been returned in pretty good condition. In conclusion, Fuck the Fat Kid.