This is my Mig29. There are many like it but this one is mine. My Mig29 is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me my Mig29 is useless. Without my Mig29 I am useless. I must fly my Mig29. I must fly better than my enemy who is trying to lock me. I must lock him before he locks me. I will, before god I swear this decree. My mig29 and I are defenders of my basement. We are the masters of our enemy. So be it, until there is no more enemy but the F15. Amen.