Caca Dau! Caca Dau! The crazed pilot screamed, "I'll kill you!" as the Bird Dog neared the Gleason Delta, the steel dart fleshettes piercing the fuselage. "We must do an E and E, Charlie yelled to his Peter Pilot, praying the Jesus Nut upon the prop would hold in this escape and evasion. Into the blue stratosphere we climbed, my grease gun pressing against my flack jacket, unable to fire one shot off to the entrenched Gleason Gooks below. This is a faithful recollection of my flight with Charlie Hollis so long ago. I don't like to talk about it.
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