Warning: You may have to use your imagination

Who: Team 'Flying Circus'
Where: New New New Zealand
When: Wait for it.....Now
Phils team boarded the Flying Cricus, various expressions covering
their faces. Mk.9 was wearing a crown and a sash with 'Miss Universe'
over it, Phil was slightly battered and clutching his groin, Chris was
strutting in a distinct 'I-just-got-laid' sort of way, and the
remainder of the team was struggling to keep MP from bringing all the
sheep home with him.
Halfway up the gantry, Phil turned back to the rest of the group.
"Remind me to NEVER do this again."
Murmurs of agreement were murmured, and the Flying Circus took off.
Mk.9 kicked the radio, and it crackled to life.
"Ok guys, the captain wants you to head for New Japan to help take out
a massive and very powerful battleship." came the voice
"Oh, and be quick...the captain is getting restless for some bloodshed
and I think I'm his backup plan."
"Easy" said Mk.9, loading some grenades into his right hand launcher.
"Steady on, we gotta be careful, or we'll get nailed by that
shrinkie-thing." said Phil, securing the ingredients they recovered in
the glove box.
"Meh, shoot anything enough and it'll blow up." said Mk.9, and with
that, he 'plotted an intercept course' (kicked the pilot console till
it went in the right direction) with the Japanese battleship.
Everyone was hoping for some R'n'R after this.
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