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Captain Bigglesworth climbed out of his trusty Camel, kicked the chocks into place, and headed wearily towards the hangar.
A frown furrowed his boyish brow as he saw his dear old friend hurrying towards him across the tarmac.
'I say!' ejaculated Bertie, feverishly polishing his monacle. 'Dash it old chap, it looks like your todger is hanging out of your trousers!'
Biggles stopped in his tracks, looked down, and looked back to Bertie, a wry grin on his face.
'Hanging out? It's sticking out, my old chum' he replied.
Bertie gulped, knowing what was going to happen next.
'Now, get back inside, and I'll show you why we call this place the mess.' murmured Biggles as he lit up a cigarette.
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Pootle (poo-tul) verb
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Pootle (poo-tul) verb