sssssshhhhhh – the drones are coming. Hovering somewhere in the Pakistani skies; sneaking around just out of sight and dropping death from above; operated by some junk food-eating flat foot, too myopic or obese for get a real wartime call up. They have a word for planes like you. It’s drone. But it’s also chicken shit. Well, the days of your skulking around and hiding behind clouds have come and gone. Vanya is here to ground you – into the dirt.
Silent but deadly? Vanya drops those after every decent meal. Safe from radar detection? You better start getting safe from giant fist detection. Buckle up, drones. There’s heavy Vanya turbulence ahead.