Crikey, sir. I'm looking forward to today. Up diddly up, down diddly down, whoops, poop, twiddly dee - decent scrap with the fiendish Red Baron - bit of a jolly old crash landing behind enemy lines - capture, torture, escape, and then back home in time for tea and medals.
George, who's using the family brain cell at the moment? This is just the training - 6 months of dull men looking at machinery.
[Voice from outside the room
Hey, girls - look at my machinery!