A while back this had happened to me.
I went out to down a CV with a 110. Puffy ack kills my left and right outer wing + right engine.

Ok. Whatever. I didn't even wanna talk to you anyways. Jerk.
I turn my happy butt around and start heading home, PW'd after an enemy F4F jumped me.

Wow. Dude. Get lost.
Soon after I had gotten close to landing, the same F4F tried to vulch me.

Whatever man. I don't need this crap. I'm done. I'm going home.