20:10 Zulu, Somwhere near Kwajalein . . . .
"Look, Trouser Trout Handler, I was trying to fly my aeroplane, you know, the really lithe and dextrous one with the red circles accenting the striped pattern, and these guys in another aeroplane, they fired bullets at me. BULLETS. My god I hemmorhaged. I could sure use a Margarita."
20:12 Zulu, Unfortunately for the brave allied pilots on an unsecured channel . . .
"Oh too-too Missus fancy pants! I was going to fly a Corsair, because blue is my color, but the guy who used it previously? He hadn't bathed. Then those Oriental fellows, oh those lads, the ones whose planes cheat by turning? They shot my plane while I was cleaning the floor borards and you know I cannot fly with those rubber gloves on and these hands will not be ruined just to keep my stats up. I need a Pina Colada and a back rub, have you seen Manuel the Cabana boy?"
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