As the door closed the Colonel spoke. "Now listen to me girl. Up there you're a hotshot flyboy, and those kids piss their pants when they hear the callsign FudgeDragon. But down here, you're plain Lieutenant Martin and you will obey orders dammit! Am I makin' myself clear?"
"So enough of these hotdoggin' stunts. No more Split S landings. No more buzzin' the strip clubs. No more practical jokes. Do you know how long it's goin' to take to clean up your avocado strafin' run?"
"Well you're goin' to find out, because you're grounded until the General's quarters are sparkly clean. You're on the maintenance detachment until it's done. Is that clear?"
Before the Lieutenant could answer the door burst open. "Not now Sergeant! I told you I didn' want to be disturbed!"
"But sir," gasped the Sergeant, "look out the window! ROBOT DEATH TANK!"
They looked out the window and there was ROBOT DEATH TANK. They fled.