You knew me luck had t' run out eventually. Aye aye!  First flight, matey, so I was tempted t' go with t' A8-3, but that little voice in back o' me head kept callin' me "pantie-boy", me bucko, so I went with t' B6-4.  Now I have a rocket in t' trees, but me manhood is intact. Avast!  Packed up and left t' field after this one because t' bugs were bad and gettin' worse. Blimey!  All t' fresh goose poo must attract them.