A certain Sqn Ldr was once serving on the RAF's premier AAR squadron. Not the most popular chap, he'd been known to some whilst serving in the South Atlantic Island Paradise as 'Thrombo', the wandering clot, for his habit of wandering around poking his nose where it wasn't welcome. To others he was known as 'The AWF'. As an ex-F-4 pilot he happily assumed that this meant 'The All Weather Fighter', whereas in truth it meant 'The Avocado With Feet', for his sylph-like appearance in a flying suit.
One day there was a snag with the autopilot controller in Thrombo's jet. After much tinkering, a few naughty words and a lot of exasperation, the lad trying to fix the thing announced. "Well, that's that then - it's f**ked!". This didn't impress Thrombo, who said that as a Sqn Ldr and aircraft captain he expected a more comprehensive debrief. No words of "Thanks for trying", of course.
A few minutes later in the squadron, up came SEngO. "Ah, Thrombo - you wanted a fuller debrief? Well, It wasn't just f**ked, it was well f**ked"!
Oh how we tittered!