“No, dude. Listen okay. Listen. Take some knowledge. We’re about to board a seven-hour flight. The toilets in coach are barely ventilated closets. Alright, if that. Now lets say half way through the flight, right, your body wants that airplane food out. You got to go torque a wicked cable. Then directly after you, walks in Christa or Blake. You want them to associate you with that watery sting in their eye? That reflexive gag at the back of their throat?”