Thunderstorms moved across the Cleveland area, and approach control tried to get one more airplane in:
"Northwest Twelve Thirty-Four, if you can descend to 3000, I'll vector you for a straight-in ILS 28."
Northwest 1234 (no doubt sensing a last-chance opportunity to beat the storm) :
"We're outta one zero thousand for three like a sack of hammers."
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