I never believed that “neutrality” stuff about the Swiss. There’s nothing neutral about them. They’re like a housecat. They may be neutered, but they ain’t neutral. They only pretend not to pay attention to you, but if you fall asleep on the couch, they start wacking on your nose. This is just like that, except it’s a Swiss dude with a jet pack instead of a cat, and he’ s flying past Mount Fuji instead of shredding all the toilet paper in the bathroom. Other than that, it’s identical.
Dat dere’s a pulse jet. It doesn’t have any moving parts in it. It just eats fuel and air, and pukes propulsion. It’s the same sort of engine that der Fuhrer’s boys used to lob buzz bombs over the channel to inconvenience Londoners during the last World War.
Please not that while the technical sophistication of the apparatus appears low, operation of this apparatus is perfectly safe. The rider is wearing a necktie. Nothing bad can happen to you when you’re wearing a tie. That’s a fact.
(via our friends at Stipistop)
Oh, dear. They’re all speaking German. Oh well, you know the Germans always make good stuff. They should all know what the bottom of the plane looks like, anyway.
(Many thanks to Herr Van der Leun at Amerikanisch Magazin for sending that one along)