Tyler Durden is a fucking God. He philosophizes, fights and makes soap. But why? He is currently sitting on a plane. He is next to the window and wearing sunglasses with red lenses. He wears a red leather jacket and jeans. At his feet is a briefcase in which he stores his high-quality soaps made illegally from human fat. He decided to start a conversation with the person sitting next to him. "Do you know why airplanes have oxygen tanks?" he asks with a grin.