OCH-BLOODY-AI. . .
. . . . hoots ADCAPP, but ye're a quair uncouth lot up there roond the brakes and the bens.
Stand by for the three-holer freighter from the Great South Land on it's way to Prestwick (and you'd be havin' a pun with that too I'd wager.) When the doors open, make your way to the ventral entry, avoid raising your kilt at all costs, and when the loadmaster says to y' "Open your wallet y' spalpeen , and say after me, "HELP YOURSELF", do not argue the point