Am I a pilot?!?
I have flown the kessel run, out zigged many zags and bloodied the Empire's nose with the loss of many cruisers. I have landed on top of the St. Louis arch. The wind itself fears my name, for it knows I can outrace it. And I have guns. Yes. Big guns in the sky, and missiles to enforce my every whim--!
No, I guess I'm not a pilot at all. But with rum as my copilot and the russian punk rock band Pussy Riot as flight crew, we'll figure this thing out together.
Now where's the gas pedal?