On Crash Becoming a Test Pilot

Me: You will be a fantastic test pilot. Just remember: There are old pilots and there are bold pilots, but there are no old, bold pilots.

Crash: What's that supposed to be mean? Don't get old?

Long pause.

Crash: Oooh, I get it.

I think all I can do at this point is change his nickname and hope for the best.

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