"What do you mean you suffered speed sickness.... these things go the speed of a hobo walking FLAT OUT" said Pacman incredulously "I mean, Flossy can out run CAP .... WHILE HE IS IN HIS CAMEL... I mean seriously it would be more hazardous getting out and WALKING"
"Hey its not healthy, these Fokkers fly damn fast, so fast that I almost lost a filling" replied Jaeger tenuously "Besides, I don't see you having much success, last sortie you got really friendly with a hedge so I'm told.... after losing your wings" "I DID NOT LOSE THEM, PUMA STOLE THEM WHILE I WAS HAVING A PEE IN SAID HEDGE" "Now thats a bigger pile of bull.." "NO ITS NOT, IT WAS A SMALL PILE"
"Gentleman please.." chimed in Tequila Chaser now taking an interest "we are not here to argue, we are here to discuss various methods of striking the enemy, not have petty domestic squabbles" "Oh and how do you suppose we do that boss" replied Pacman irritated "I will lean out and yell nasty words, we dont have bombs, unless you count Shifty's fart in the O'Club last week, and even then thats pushing it" "it is historically accurate though, mustard and prostghene gas were both used, Shifty's quite literally shIIts on both of them" smiled Dicho.
At that moment a Camel whizzed low over the sheds and tore all control surfaces off as it cartwheeled into the ground. Moments later a dishevelled figure emerged from the wreckage scratching his head
"Looks like crazy just got here" said Pacman in an exasperated tone... however the interests of the group were about to be seized as a second camel landed and taxiid up to the sheds where the pilots were standing. Another figure hopped out and then kicked the tire. He stood out right away, his flying suit was not leather... it was rather a different type of fabric, almost synthetic... whatever it was, it was a non animal product .
He needed no intro, as his noseart gave it away reading "Bacon is Murder..." with a picture of a pig holding a cleaver.
"hey bustr"