This Is Not A Drill

The sound of my son's videogame comes drifting from livingroom into kitchen. He's a fighter pilot, the air traffic tower says loudly, "This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill" the music driving and solemn. "Mobius 1, Fox 2." "I've got them in my sights."

The bacon is cooking, making sppsspsppsps noises. The scrambled eggs are ready to go into the pan, not yet though. "Scramble at once." they tell the jets.