Back when I used to play as an undergrad, I used to have a roommate that would insist on getting some stick time as I was rtb-ing to land my kills. At 20,000 ft with only 1 con in the area. . .what's the worst that can happen? Well, a spit comes into view at the deck and down he goes. . .a screaming 19,000 ft decent down to the treetop.
"Dude dude dude. . .throttle back. pull up pull up"
"I got it I got it"
"Alright you missed; zoom back up again"
"No, I'll get him"
[Proceeds to roll into a horizontal flat-turn at 500 ft AGL; speed goes from 450mph --> 150mph]
"Dude, you don't even know where he is; look around; use the hat switch"
"Chill dude. He's coming into view any second now."
[Flat turn continues]
"Ping, ping, ping, bang bang, crunch"
Spit: "nice try you dweeb"
I bite my lip, and just as I'm about to let it go, he says
"See, I told you you shouldn't let me fly."

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