A young guy in a two-engine fighter was flying escort for a B-52 and generally being a nuisance, acting like a hotdog, flying rolls around the lumbering old bomber.

A young guy in a two-engine fighter was flying escort for a B-52 and generally being a nuisance, acting like a hotdog, flying rolls around the lumbering old bomber. The hotdog said over the air, Anything you can do, I can do better. The veteran bomber pilot answered, Try this hot-shot. The B-52 continued its flight, straight and level. Perplexed, the hotdog asked, So? What did you do? I just shut down two engines, kid.