First my whiskey, now my beloved kite. Pity he couldn't hear me above the Merlin's roar. I wanted to tell him that the rudder clamp is still in position...but he will find out when he meets the one-o-nines. If Madsy has further designs on any more of my possessions, like Olga, he may wish he was still up there with 'em.
Hang about...that looks like him now, spiralling down towards Farmer Dobbins pig sty. Better get the air freshener ready for his return. Not that Olga will notice...
'Find your enemy and shoot him down - everything else is unimportant.'
