hey fatty...these guys are whining again!
<climbs out of the cockpit of his beatup f4u, squints into the glaring sun at the reporters running up to him>
reporter: "how'd you do it, just one squad?"
mas: "heh, we're fat, we're bastards, and we fly like....well, .... we fly whenever we get off the runway."
reporter: "you mean thats all it took?"
mas: "hell, whatever it takes, we take it there!... those other squads tuck tails and whine about it. kinda fun that way...knowing we're about to take on the loosing end of a 4 stack of cannons."
SHUT UP AND FLY!