Okay, an F-15 pilot was flying over a sparsely populated town. All of a sudden, it the wing is hit by a small crop duster. One drop tank is loose, and the pilot decides to turn back. He tries to turn but can't. The drop tank is leaking and he doesn't want to spill it over the town. He decides to drop his chaff and his spare parachute pack to lighten the craft. Before ejecting, the drop tank falls off, and he curses before being launched out. He reaches the ground and spies 3 boys standing on the street. The first one was crying. The pilot asked, "What's wrong?" The little boy says, "I was playing outside when a big heavy thing falls out of the sky and landed on my bike." The pilot looks over and realizes the chaff hit the bike, pulverizing it. He says, "Sorry son, here's $100." He goes over to the other boy and says, "What's wrong?" The boy replies with a pained gasp, "A big backpack flew out of the sky and hit me on the head..." The pilot looks around nervously, and says, "Sorry son, here's a cell phone. Call 911." He walks over to the other boy. This boy is grinning ear-to-ear. "What're you so happy about son?" The boy replies, "Well, I farted and the house blew up!"