The Greatest Fighter-pilot in France! There is a fighter-pilot in France called Pierre. He is known throughout all of France as the best. Men want to be him, women want to be with him. One night he is on the banks of the Seine with a beautiful woman. He charms her with his sharp wit and his soft whispers. Eventually she says ""Pierre, kiss me"". At this point Pierre pulls out a bottle of red wine, opens it, and pours it all over the woman's face. ""Ahh, Pierre! Pierre! What are you doing?!"". He responds, ""I am Pierre the greatest fighter-pilot in France! When I eat red meat, I drink red wine!"" After a while, things start to get intense. The woman pulls the top of her blouse open and suggestively whispers ""*Pierre...*"", at this Pierre rips open her blouse and pulls out a bottle of white wine, pouring it all over her chest. ""Pierre! Pierre! Pierre! What are you doing?!"", she cries. ""I am Pierre, the greatest fighter-pilot in France! When I eat white meat, I drink white wine!"" After enjoying each others' company for a while longer, things start to heat up. The woman looks Pierre in the eyes and pulls her skirt up slightly, gesturing down-below. Pierre hikes up her skirt and pulls down her pants. He pulls out a bottle of brandy and pours it all over her crotch. Pierre then pulls out a match and sets the brandy on her crotch alight. She shrieks ""Ahhhh! Pierre! What are you doing?!"". Pierre looks at the woman in the eye and says ""I am Pierre, the greatest fighter-pilot in France! When I go down, I go down in flames!""