Dropping the F-Bomb has never tasted so good.
“Striker, do you copy? Turn around and head back immediately, Striker.”
Negative, Captain. I’m going in.
“Striker, are you mad? You’re all we’ve got left up there. It’d be suicide to try to do this on your own.”
Sorry, captain. But when I take on a mission, I finish it.
“What are you talking about?”
To deliver the big one, captain. Remember? The F-Bomb? I’m flying right over the enemy base and I’m dropping it! Wahoo!
“Striker, I’ve got to tell you something: that’s just a bottle of 2011 Riesling.”
“The Woot Cellars F-Bomb. It’s wine that’s vinted and bottled by Three Wine Company.”
But, captain, you said…
“I know, I know. But I lied to you. I didn’t want you to feel left out. But I gave the actual big one to Larry.”
Larry?! Why does Larry get all the cool stuff?
“Because he’s the best pilot.”
“Well, hey. Hold on now. That’s not to say the F-Bomb isn’t special. It is a delicious wine with floral notes of orange blossom, honeysuckle, and zest. Say, why not bring that back and we’ll drink it together? Heck, we could eat that French bread I gave you while we’re at it.”
French bread? I don’t have any French bread up here.
“Well, actually… you know those things I said were ‘Emergency Missiles’?”
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