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