Trent Boosted
"I didn't take your brother for the mechanically talented."
"Neither did I Daria, neither did I."
Daria and Jane were having to traverse a surprisingly complex maze of metal, wires, motherboards, wood beams, nails, empty calking guns, a rotten mango, and fabric to find Trent at the other end of the Lane's backyard, giving his biggest stoned grin at his creation.
"Trent..." Daria began before trailing off, words failing her.
"Hey Daria, Janie. Do you like it?"
"What is it?" Jane asked with apprehension.
"You've seen those booster boards?"
"Yeah, those obscenely expensive motorized skateboards that millionaire YouTubers play with."
"I decided put all of my metal and woodshop skills to good use and make my own version of one."
"But Trent..." Daria began again, "This is a couch with what looks like..."
"Trent," Jane said as once again words failed her friend, "Is this the reason those Air Force jets have been in the sky the last couple of days?"
"Maybe." Trent answered while flinging himself onto the couch, "Now let's see what Trent Lane's Booster Couch™ can do!"
Sometime Later...
Shenzhou 12 was conducting it's scheduled mission-spec when it's sensors detected a large, unidentified object where none should have been. Concerned about a possible large mass of space-junk in the orbit that was intended for their CLASSIFIED, Mission Commander Yang Haipeng suited up and went out on a tether for a visual.
What he reported back had the rest of the PRC crew wondering if his oxygen mix was contaminated by hallucinogens.
The object was a couch with a large jet engine strapped to the back with cables, a very dead Caucasian man strapped to the couch with a huge grin on his face was seen on the silently spinning testament to human ingenuity and stupidity wrapped up in a single, comfy package.
FIN