Andrew and I are playing a game of Battlefield 1942: Forgotten Hope. Were on a huge naval battle map called Rheinuebung.

I'm standing on the deck of the HMS Hood. A young British Naval Officer armed with only my rifle, as I look across the open ocean I suddenly spot the Bismarck off the starboard side of the ship. First, I shit my pants, then proceed to steady my rifle, and start shooting at enemy infantry, or really anything that appears to be moving across the deck of the Bismarck, I even manage to take out a few of the targets much to my surprise!

While the great battle is being fought on the high seas, there is also a rather large aerial battle going on overhead. I suddenly hear the roar of a plane engine coming from the soldier behind me, and Andrew takes off in a British bi-plane and starts circling the map.

As Andrew is circling overhead, the HMS Hood is taking a heavy beating at the hands of the Bismarck, I call for help as at this point I've died a few times, and there are less and less targets for my trouble.

Here's how the conversation went:

Joe: Damn, were taking a beating here, the Hood isn't looking so good!
Andrew: Joe! I'm in the FAIREY!!!!
Joe:... uhhh... Dude... ... ... Don't say shit like that....
Andrew: I guess that didn't sound so good did it!?
Joe: No man... no it didn't,
Joe: And Seriously, who calls a plane a "Fairey Swordfish"!?