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11-14-2005, 03:49 AM

The pilots still standing by with great impatience on the airport's runways had never heard such language from the control tower in all their lives!

"You blankety blank, expletive deleted, son of a bitch! Air traffic control did NOT authorize your take-off! Hear that, CIA? That Leer Jet was not authorized to move an inch on the runway, never mind take off! Ooooh, Snookems! Shoot the bastard in that air craft down! Nuke Canada! Just give me my ibby bibby baby back! Snookems! Hang on! I'll buy your favorite kitty treats for you!"

Ptlhjinx listened to the airwaves with astonishment and turned in surprise to Sheila who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat gnawing a Milk Bone(tm).

"What the hell is THAT about?"

"Cat's!" opined Sheila. "Can't live with them; can't live without them. Can this thing shoot down a Leer Jet?"

"We can shoot down anything that moves except that we are currently in the air space over the United Kingdom," replied Ptlhjinx. "The UK's Department of Social Scrutiny requires that anyone who shoots down a Leer Jet over British soil first fill out an anti-avionics permit request form in triplicate. The form has to be signed by both Winston Churchill and Prince Andrew. Churchill's signature is no problem. One of us can just hijack that time machine that just flew past with the 5 Lewinsky's in it. Prince Andrew is being a brat about anti-avionics permits these days, however. Something about the Queen taking away his Piper Cub because he didn't make curfew one night last month."

Sheila loked serious for moment - as serious as a D O G with its mouth full of Milk Bone(tm) can look, anyhow. Then she got an idea.

"I say old chap, Cyclefrance is British, isn't he? Perhaps he could put in a word with Prince Andrew or even the Department of Social Scutiny. He does have both a poetic and prosaic licence. I believe the Brits are impressed by such things. Let's ask him!

Busterb had strolled up to the cockpit in time to overhear this conversation. "I say just shoot the damn thing down without the permit. We could say the Welsh did it, Take 'em years to figure it out!"

"Where is Wolf with her Glock when we need her?" Sheila asked in exasperation.

The Aurora's radio suddenly began to emit Pat Benadar's song, "Hit me with your best shot! Fire away!"

11-14-2005, 03:49 AM	#16
marichiko Guest Posts: n/a	The pilots still standing by with great impatience on the airport's runways had never heard such language from the control tower in all their lives! "You blankety blank, expletive deleted, son of a bitch! Air traffic control did NOT authorize your take-off! Hear that, CIA? That Leer Jet was not authorized to move an inch on the runway, never mind take off! Ooooh, Snookems! Shoot the bastard in that air craft down! Nuke Canada! Just give me my ibby bibby baby back! Snookems! Hang on! I'll buy your favorite kitty treats for you!" Ptlhjinx listened to the airwaves with astonishment and turned in surprise to Sheila who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat gnawing a Milk Bone(tm). "What the hell is THAT about?" "Cat's!" opined Sheila. "Can't live with them; can't live without them. Can this thing shoot down a Leer Jet?" "We can shoot down anything that moves except that we are currently in the air space over the United Kingdom," replied Ptlhjinx. "The UK's Department of Social Scrutiny requires that anyone who shoots down a Leer Jet over British soil first fill out an anti-avionics permit request form in triplicate. The form has to be signed by both Winston Churchill and Prince Andrew. Churchill's signature is no problem. One of us can just hijack that time machine that just flew past with the 5 Lewinsky's in it. Prince Andrew is being a brat about anti-avionics permits these days, however. Something about the Queen taking away his Piper Cub because he didn't make curfew one night last month." Sheila loked serious for moment - as serious as a D O G with its mouth full of Milk Bone(tm) can look, anyhow. Then she got an idea. "I say old chap, Cyclefrance is British, isn't he? Perhaps he could put in a word with Prince Andrew or even the Department of Social Scutiny. He does have both a poetic and prosaic licence. I believe the Brits are impressed by such things. Let's ask him! Busterb had strolled up to the cockpit in time to overhear this conversation. "I say just shoot the damn thing down without the permit. We could say the Welsh did it, Take 'em years to figure it out!" "Where is Wolf with her Glock when we need her?" Sheila asked in exasperation. The Aurora's radio suddenly began to emit Pat Benadar's song, "Hit me with your best shot! Fire away!" Last edited by marichiko; 11-14-2005 at 03:54 AM.

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