The worst thing about a 100 hour plane trip to me would be the stops. If it just kept flying I'd be able to make a temporary little life for myself onboard.

At one point I lent a C-E dictionary to this Israeli backpacker sitting nearby who wanted to choose a Chinese name, most of our carriage participated in the subsequent debate, though I can't remember the outcome.

Closest I've gotten to that was a 40 hour train trip from Hohhot to Chengdu ten years or so ago. It wasn't that bad because after ten hours you just accept it; I just sat there drinking beers surrounded by migrant workers chilling and smoking.

What are the ratios? I saw your post and wanted to try it but it doesn't come out as festively orange in my attempts.

One should always vote for the shit sandwich over the turd because if the turd wins, next cycle the shit sandwich will just have less bread.

The Ones Who Walk Away From Animorphs

Although drugging the motorcycle cops so they can dodge logs is also up there, along with the bottle episode where he does yoga.

"You mark my words... They'll pay for this."

There are goblins in this chamber
One is holding a small black tablet in his hand, the other gives you a gruesome, toothsome grin. "1000 gold pieces," he says, "Or...the mystery box?"

Still part of the purroletariat.