A pair of Italian F-104's came to Lossie ('83ish). Landed in stream. No 1 straight down the centreline and popped his chute. No 2 followed, straight down the centreline and popped his chute, which promptly vomited itself onto the runway. No 2 is now heading for No 1's jetpipe at a vast rate of knots. A bit of jibber jabber in Italian over the Local Frequency, led to No 1, very deftly, swerving to starboard as No 2 zoomed past with quite an impressive trail of white smoke from his brake shoes. Oh, and the only word we interpreted, in Local, after the jibber jabber, was "Bastardo".