TOP SECRET 121ST MISFIT'S SQUADRON EYES ONLY!
Transcript of radio communications from a recent Carrier bombing mission by the M.O.M. Squadron:
COPY: 0413 ZULU:
. WIG: (Background sounds of running engine, pouring liquid and tinkling ice cubes).
"Frank! That sauce gonna be ready when we get back?"
FRANK: "Yesssa sir!"
. WIG: "Good. Take the inner perimeter bomb it, then head straight back...Okay?"
FRANK: "Yessa sir!"
DAVY CROCKETT: (Music in background..unidentified, ..sound of numerous machine gun burst): "How you wanna handle this Wig?"
. WIG: "I'll take Jazhonkey, Snake Plisskan, Dr. Dave, Skydavis1 and Thusla Doom, you take Beer Nuts, Reck!ess and those two guys that start with a Z!"
DAVY: "Got it!"
. WIG: (Sipping - Swallowing). "I'm glad there are no damn Misfits out here today. I'm hungry."
DAVY: "Well there's York there sir?"
. WIG: "Who?"
DAVY: "York... Sgt. York?"
. WIG: (Slurping), " Yeah...............Whatever."
COPY: 0418 ZULU:
FRANK: (Sound of numerous explosions): "Mamma Mia! eetsa beautiful thing! No?"
. WIG: "Nice work Frank!" "Now head right back." No horsing around...Okay?"
FRANK: "No Worries!"
DAVY: "LOOK OUT BOSS!" YORK AT YOUR 9 O'CLOCK!"
. WIG: (Sipping), "Burp....Harrumph" (Sound of one short machine gun burst).
DAVY: "Nice move boss!"
. WIG: (Liquid pouring, tinkling ice cubes, faint distant screaming), " Well, that's it."
"Let's go straight home." "I'm starving!"
DAVY: "Roger."
COPY: 0421 ZULU.
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