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Franck Moulet was attempting to ... er ... take a dump on an American Airlines flight between Saint-Dominque and New York. A flight attendent knocked on the door and instructed Franck to leave the lavatory and return to his seat. The attendent then heard either "Oh merde ! La bombe que j'ai posée dans les toilettes n'a pas fonctionné! (Oh crap! The egg I laid in the toilet wasn't the entire omlette!) or "Ma merde n'explose pas!" (It doesn't shoot out of my butt on command!) The memories of Franck and the attendent diverge on the details of language, with at least one speaking l'argot d'un étudiant français, brightened by the sparkle GI distress brings when access to toilets is restricted, seating is cramped, and turbulence only average.

For his utterance Franck Moulet was taken into federal custody and confined on a prision ship off the Bronx, then moved to Rykers Island, on the charge of ... making a bomb threat. He entered our new circus on January 10th, and managed to get out by pleading guilty to the charge of ... abnormal behavior at a court in Queens, paid a 595 dollar fine, and was allowed to ... live.

Franck Moulet spent 20 days in dangerous circumstances. He arrived in Roissy on the 30th, and isn't returning to the United States ... ever.

His story made Le Monde the 31st. He does have nice things to say about Blacks he met on Rykers. The rest is ... well ... merde. Enmerdent, même chiant. Vachement chiant.