Any good flying lie has to start with the traditional opener:
"There I was, flat on my back, outta fuel, outta ammo, no commo and I had to p**s!"
Rotorheads substitution ". . .at 5000 feet" for "flat on my back" . . .
FACs version: "There I was, fifty feet over the Trail, outta fuel, outta markers, no commo, fast movers inbound, and I had to p**s"