Brad: This is Romeo-Papa-Charlie-one-six inbound to San Asimov, requesting clearance.
Ground Control: Roger that, Romeo-Papa-Charlie. You are cleared for approach to pad Bravo eleven, that's Bravo-one-one, confirm.
Brad: Pad Bravo eleven, confirmed. We are on approach.
Brad: That poor traffic controller is going to need new pants when we explode a hundred meters up.
Tagon: He's not the only one.
Brad: It'll be fun, sir. I promise.