Day at the zoo
That goat says he knows you, and has photos of you at a pub called the Twisty Badger. Furthermore, analysis of the satellite data indicates you were either in Ipswich that night or on a course somewhere over the gulf of Tonkin...
(Like how I tied that back in? No? Too Bad.)
The price of the 777 is going up. It seems expenses doubled when we had to take a submarine to the indian ocean to dump 'wreckage.' Also, silencing every qualified satellite data analyst in the world is proving expensive--even when the cost is reduced to one bullet apiece.
We may have to move the sale to e-bay.