Fox drove his plane steadily. The air was calm, a perfect day for flying. He tilted the plane's nose upwards, slowly ascending. Clink. Fox jumped as a bullet bounced off his plane's armoured side. An enemy jet was flying in fast. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Slippy appeared on the moniter. "What is it Slippy?" he asked, annoyed. "Fox! Do a barrel roll!" "What?" "Fox! Watch out!'' "Yeah, I got it." he said, trying to concentrate on the bullets flying towards him. "Fox!" Slippy's voice rung out, "Do a barrel roll!" "What the hell are you talking about? I'll crash into the other plane!" Fox said, veering into a sharp nose dive to escape the other ship's bullets. "Fox, do a barrel roll!" "Shut the hell up Slippy!" "Fox, watch out!" Fox jabbed a finger at the off switch. The moniter wouldn't turn off. "Fox! Do a barrel roll!" "Oh my god, shut up!" "Fox, watch out." Fox began to fire bullets at the enemy plane. He sucsessfully clipped the plane's wing and it began to waver in the air. "Fox, do a barrel roll!" He then shot and disabled the gun. "Fox, watch out!" "For what?" Slippy stared blankly at the moniter. Fox shook his head and began open fire on the plane's engines. Black smoke poured out as he hit it. The plane began to descend rapidly, he descended with the plane to assure it would crash. Suddenly, black smoke enveloped his plane, the fumes blinded him from the sky. "Okay Slippy, you're my only chance, I need to get through this alive, my life is in your hands, just tell me what to do." "Fox, do a barrel roll!" That was the last thing he heard before his plane burst into flames.
(By the way, I know Peppy says it and not Slippy, but I couldn't think of the name offhand, as it was two in the morning.)