I sexually identify as an Antonov An-2.
Ever since I was a boy I have dreamed of flying over the Siberian fields dropping hot sticky pesticide over those filthy crops.
People say to me that a person being a plane is impossible and I'm fucking retarded but I don't care, I'm beautiful.
I'm having a plastic surgeon install four wings and a Shvetsov ASh-62IR 9-cylinder supercharged radial engine on my body.
From now on I want you guys to call me "Colt" and respect my right to fly slowly and overheat.
If you can't accept me you're an antonophobe and need to check your flying privilege.