That’ll put an end to the joke;
There’s a story about the military pilot calling for a priority landing because his single-engine jet fighter was running “a bit peaked.”
Air Traffic Control told the fighter jock that he was number two, behind a B-52 that had one engine shut down.
“Ah,” the fighter pilot remarked, “The dreaded seven-engine approach.”
A young guy in an F-16 fighter was flying escort for a B-52 and
generally being a nuisance, acting like a hotdog, flying rolls around
the lumbering old bomber. The hotdog said over the air, “Anything you
can do, I can do better.”
The veteran bomber pilot answered, “Try this hot-shot.”
The B-52 continued its flight, straight and level.
Perplexed, the hotdog asked, “So? What did you do?”
“I just shut down two engines, kid.”
Or another ending..
After the kid asks “what did you do?” the B-52 replies:
“Got up, stretched my legs, went to the restroom, and got some coffee”