[ WP ] Two hijackers have boarded a plane . Midflight they attempt to take over the plane only to find that all the other 'passengers ' are hijackers too with differing opinions .

`` Everyone stay the fuck down!'' 
 
 Jared screamed as he held the gun up, towards the crowd. 
 
 `` Air Marshall, Freeze!'' 
 
 The Marshall announced loudly, aiming his own gun at Jared... He then snickered and turned it towards the crowd as well. 
 
 `` Now listen, this plane is n't landing anywhere, until we have a-'' 
 
 `` Wait!'' A man stood up, and began yelling at the hijackers. 
 
 `` We were doing this too, what the hell? Who the hell are you people?'' 
 
 Jared looked around nervously. 
 
 `` Uh.. Communist Party of the USA... Who the fuck are you?'' He asked, waving his gun at him. 
 
 `` IRA, we were gon na kick things up again this month.'' The old man pulled out a small revolver, and shrugged. 
 
 `` Hey, hey, hey. What's all this then?'' A third party stood up, and pulled a sawed off shotgun from his coat. `` My wife and I are members of the Ukrainian-'' 
 
 `` Ok, ok WAIT!'' Jared held up his arms, and took a deep breath. 
 
 `` How many people are trying to hijack this fucking plane?'' 
 
 Every hand in the plane went up. Some laughs were heard in the back. 
 
 `` Oh for fucks sake, are we even going to have enough time and gas to figure out everyone's demands to call in?'' A South african voice was heard saying. 
 
 `` How the hell did everyone in this plane get onboard with guns, we took off out of LAX!'' David, the Air Marshall asked, scratching his head. 
 
 `` We paid off the TSA guys!'' 
 
 `` So did we!'' 
 
 `` Paid them off!'' 
 
 Almost everyone in the plane was nodding in agreement. 
 
 `` Christ, those guys made a lot of money this afternoon...'' Jared whispered to himself. 
 
 Suddenly, out of nowhere, a hostess busted out of the bathroom, brandishing an AK-47. `` Freeze fuckers! I represent the Air Hostess Union, and we-'' 
 
 `` Oh shut the fuck up!'' The IRA fighter yelled, inciting everyone to laugh. 
 
 `` What the hell?'' The hostess exclaimed. 
 
 `` It's a long story, sit down.'' Jared sighed, as he set a piece of paper on the ground. 
 
 `` Alright, I want everyone to set their demands in this pile. Then someone is gon na shuffle them, and we'll call down to the ground, and start listing demands until we hit the bottom of our lists, ok?'' 
 
 The passengers nodded in agreement, some had already begun walking around considering the situation. 
 
 `` Um, just one problem!'' A voice with a thick middle eastern accent declared from the back. 
 
 `` What the hell is it?'' Jared yelled towards the voice. 
 
 `` My partner is the mastermind behind this! And we had no idea this was going to happen so...'' 
 
 Jared shrugged. `` So get him to give you the list? What's the big deal?'' 
 
 `` Well that's the thing, I ca n't tell him, and we do n't have a list.. He's the *pilot*..'' 
 
 The plane began descending sharply, and everyone let out a loud, consecutive `` Fuck! ``.
