Steve Foster:
Thank you control. This is 1765 out.
Lacey:
What was that all about? An ash Cloud?
Steve Foster:
Not much I hope.
Control Tower Man:
Morava NB 1765, reduce altitude to 30,000 feet and report. Roger that, Control. 1765, reducing altitude. Ah, there it is. The coast.
[Looks at the land below them]
Lacey:
Ah, the scepter-ed isle, this blessed plot.
Steve Foster:
What's that?
Lacey:
Shakespeare, darling.
Steve Foster:
Oh, right of course.
Lacey:
Lucky you are so handsome. Why are they having you reduce altitude?
Steve Foster:
Oh, I'm sure it's just an air traffic issue. Control, this is 1765. We are at 30,000 feet.
Control Tower Man:
Roger, 1765 stand by for further instructions.
Steve Foster:
Roger that.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:37