"SNIIIIIiiiipeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEYY...."

Pilot's voice stretched and distorted the letters of my last name, sounding like mix between a xylophone and grinding of metal on metal. He stared at me from the doorway, pointing at me.

" ....I AM ON TO YOU, "

"YOU THEEEENK YOU CEEN JUST COME IN HERE AND TAKE MY JEEEERB?"

"I did no such thing. I don't want your job. Take it easy," I responded as calmly as possible.

The man was clearly bonkers and all I had to defend myself with was a pair of rusty scissors.

"OH I'LL TAKE IT EASY. I'LL TAKE IT SO EASY, YOU'LL BE SORRY... LIKE A CANADIAN!"

he threatened, his fingers twitching.