Hmmm. He's going to take off in Air Force One, because whatever plane the President flies in is AF1.
But by the time they land, it'll be merely Air Force Flight CA110, or whatever. Wonder if they're going to tell him?
"Okay, okay, low card gets to tell him this isn't AF1 anymore, high card asks him to get out of the Presidential suite, whoever's left tells him it's now a cash bar."
Plane Staff 1: Good morning Mr. President.
Trump: Meh...
*pauses a second*
Trump: What is with the parachutes?
Plane Staff 1: Oh these things? They are Airplane Backpacks. A new Air Force Reg.
Trump: They look like parachutes.
Plane Staff 1: That is how you know they are working.
...
Plane Staff 2: Diet Coke Mr. President?
Trump: Meh... You have an "Airline Backpack" too?
Plane Staff 2: My wha....
Plane Staff 1: Yup! Everyone has these new Airline Backpacks.
Plane Staff 2: Yeah... has that new Airline Backpack smell.
...
*hour passes*
Trump: Meh! Lock me out of Twitter... Hey! I Need another drink here!
*looks around*
Trump: Hello?
*Gets up, moves toward Melania*
Trump: Hey, Melania... where is ever...
*notices Melania is a mannequin*
Trump: Hmm... at least she won't say no to me.
*starts to take off pants*
*glances out window and notices he is over the ocean*
Trump: What the...?
*runs towards cockpit, which is empty*
Trump: They all betrayed me!
*plane goes begins descending towards Atlantic surface*
Trump: I'm too important to die! AHHHHHHHHHHH!
Plane Staff 2: Mr. President... wake up! wake up!
Trump: Wah... where am I?
Plane Staff 2: You are on Air Force One sir.
Trump: I just had the weirdes.... hey, why are you putting an Airline Backpack on Melania?
*Plane Staff 1 and 2 look at each other*
Plane Staff 1:Airline Backpack? This is a parachute.
*Melania leaps out of plane*
*Plane Staff leaps out of plane*
Trump:
*looks around* Where is that Melania mannequin?