It tore through his workshop like a vengeful dart. It sheared off the roof of the pigpen, skimmed over the mud baths (sending three elderly pigs tumbling into a cactus patch), and then, with a violent lurch, decided to go straight up.
"Throttle at seventy percent!" he yelled over the roar. "Lift-off in three… two…" Bad Piggies Mod Leading Edge
The thruster coughed. The wings folded into the fuselage. The Copper Bullet became a very expensive, very heavy soup cauldron with no lift whatsoever. It tore through his workshop like a vengeful dart
Because that was the secret of the Leading Edge . It wasn't about building a machine that could fly. It was about building a pig stubborn enough to keep trying. And maybe, just maybe, enjoying the explosions along the way. "Lift-off in three… two…" The thruster coughed
He spat out mud. He looked at the wreckage. He looked at the terrified twins.
His trotter hammered the keys: PIGS_FLY_NOW
"Professor," Pork squeaked, "the last seventeen prototypes exploded."