Plain English, Please, by Fliss Zakaszewska

“Lieutenant!  The Landrover’s piled into the ditch.  At least that stopped it pitching over the cliff.”
 
They gazed towards the white cliff-tops.
 
“The new one?  American alloy?  Radio HQ to recover.”
 
“Sah!  Plover Three-twenty-one to Command.  Over.”
 
“Receiving you, Plover.  Over.”
 
“Request support.  Rover over in Dover.  Over.”
 
“Plover over in Dover?  Copy that.  It’s your location.  Over.”
 
“No, repeat.  ROVER over in Dover.  Over.”
 
“Rover over in Dover, Plover? Identify vehicle.  Over.”
 
“Kover Rover over.  Over.”
 
“Cover on Rover’s over? Over.”
 
“’K’sake.  The alloy Landrover’s fallen in the bloody ditch. Send the tow-truck… er, over and out.”