Question Everything:

Would you risk your gluteus maximus, your precious posterior, your one and only cute little ass to this gawd-awful contraption?  This 'flying coffin' looking for a problem to solve? Kids with slingshots or throwing well-aimed rocks could turn this into a crumpled pile of smoking junk in nothing flat, I betcha.

If this is the best we can get from our aeronautical engineers, maybe we ought to consider a Peace Treaty instead. It wouldn't be nearly as dusty, and it would be a hell of a lot safer. If I'm wounded and trying to get to medical aid, do I really want to be a slow-moving target in something that looks like it came from a junkyard? This gets the Flying Fickle Finger of Fate Award today.