P.M.C.S.
P. M. C. S. is like a military gear’s worst nightmare, and it’s probably a Monday.
They did P. M. C. S. on the tank and found out the turret was just a decoration.
The jet didn’t pass P. M. C. S. because the pilot kept eating the dashboard.
The tank failed P. M. C. S. because the radio was on a different frequency than the driver.