During my flying days in Strategic Air Command (tankers; KC-135's), we had a crew in our squadron (at one of my assignments; Dyess AFB, I think) that had an interesting make-up. The aircraft commander was a Chicago Pole (a major).........short, dark mustache, smart-ass............and his co-pilot was this HUGE black dude (lieutenant) from the Philadelphia projects. These two were just a scream together; a real (if unlikely) comedy duo.
So there they are on a flight, and a bunch of Junior AFROTC (high school ROTC) cadets are aboard for the ride. Now, this was not long after the movie "Airplane!" had come out. Each time a young, fresh-faced cadet would get his turn up front in the cabin (the "cockpit", if you will) to sit in the jump seat, the AC would give him this wonderful little guided tour of all the dials, knobs, gauges, etc., etc. Eventually, the co would say "OK, now, Johnny (or whatever the kid's name would be); I think we've taken enough of the Major's time, so............" Of course, before he'd finish, the AC would go "Oh no no no........he's just fine. Let 'im stay. Say..........Johnny...........ever seen a grown man naked?" or "Ever been to a Turkish prison?" or "Do you like movies about gladiators?"
Each time, the kid / victim's eyes would grow as wide as saucers, he'd positively blanche, and couldn't get out of there fast enough.