Welcome to $PIG PILOT
He’s not here to be your mascot—he is the pilot. No hands, just hooves slapping buttons with purpose (or not). He never asked for wings; he just took off. Now he cruises the skies like it’s his personal mud spa in the clouds.
Boarding passes? Never heard of ’em.
If you’re here, you’re flying—whether you meant to or not.
No Training, No Problem
He didn’t study charts—he eats them. No pilot license, no roadmap, just pure gut instinct. He’s on autopilot, powered by Solana speed.
Chaos Is Part of the Flight Plan
The skies are wild, and so is he. Every flight’s a meme, and every barrel roll feels like a Solana TPS spike. Smooth? Not always. Fast? You bet.
It Shouldn’t Work—But It Does
Physics gave up trying to explain him. Yet somehow, this pig flies—and just like Solana, it moves faster than your doubts.
There’s no time left to think. The propellers are spinning, the snacks are questionable, and the pig is already halfway through his pre-flight nap.
You’re either onboard or watching from the chicken coop.
This is your final boarding call for chaos, clouds, and questionable safety standards.
We’re going up. Probably.
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