[dogscoff]

Indulging in a friendly exchange of "horrific pain with blunt objects" with his old pal Growltigga, dogscoff suddenly stops the game and tilts his head to one side.
"Can you hear something?"
"No." Says 'Tigga.
"Can't you hear that noise?"
'Tigga listens carefully. "There is no noise."
"Exactly." Dogscoff steps out into the beer gardens and produces a small pair of field glasses. After scouring the horizon for a few seconds, he hands the glasses to Growltigga. "There. That black and white lump on the other thread."
Growltigga spies the distant object. "What is it?"
"It's one of those remote miming stations."
With that Growltigga produces some horribly convoluted piece of weaponry and carefully aims it at the station...