nefarious characters

My dear sweet husband, Dave (being a pilot), loves everything to do with airplanes.  I am continually amazed with his vast amount of knowledge.  Any exciting, or out of the ordinary happenings in the aviation world, he knows of, and by default I do too.  Recently he told me this rather amusing tale.

Dave:  Did you hear about the recent small plane crash.

Me:  Umm, no, should I have?

Dave:  A man smuggled an alligator on to a small commuter jet.

Me:  An alligator?  Why? What was he going to do with it?

Dave:  I don’t know, so he could sell it to some nefarious characters.  (yes, he said nefarious characters, which I find incredibly amusing.  I don’t know why, I was expecting “alligators fetch good money on the black market”  or “the guy really liked reptiles”)

Me:  laughter.  belly laughter.  lots of belly laughter.

Dave:  What?  I used nefarious correctly.

Me:   I know, it’s just funny.  So what happened with the alligator.

Dave:  If you think that’s funny wait for the rest of the story.  So, the alligator got out and the stewardess freaked out and ran to the front of the plan.  All the other passengers freaked out and they followed the stewardess.  When everyone ran to the front of the plane…

Me:  Samuel Jackson jumped out and said “I’m sick and tired of all these, mother fucking alligators on my mother fucking plane!”

Dave:  No, the airplane crashed.

Me:  No really, what happened?

Dave:  Really, the plane crashed.  Everyone died except for one guy.  That’s how we know what happened.

Me:  Was that guy Samuel L. Jackson?

Dave:  No, really, it’s a true story.

Me:  sure