When Halo 2 had just come out, a friend and I practiced a special maneuver with the Banshee just for kicks.
Then we ended up playing CTF on Coagulation with some guys we knew over Live, and the mics were all connected so not only were we getting terribly killed, but they were trash talking horribly. We don't play often, and usually play clean, so the bragging and teabagging didn't go over well with us.
So I gave my buddy the signal. He jumped in the warthog and started gunning the motor, I got in a Banshee and soared over the enemy base at ceiling height, too high for them to do much but nick me.
Then I bailed out directly over their base.
I fell straight down through the hole and right on top of the flag. I shotgunned the first guard, grabbed the flag and made a run for the hatch to the basement. I could hear the other team panicking over the mic, literally screaming, some were even shooting at each other in the confusion. By this time my friends had screamed in with the warthog and were blasting everywhere with the gauss cannon.
I might not have made the hatch except for one piece of pure Irish luck: there was one guy who kept his head on straight in all the confusion, and he jumped down into the flag room to chase me.
He got about three steps before the Banshee fell through the hole in the roof and crushed him. It's been years, and I can still hear that scream of WHAT THE F**K?! ringing in my head.
After that, I strolled out, jumped in the Warthog's passenger seat and screamed back to our base. We hit a guy on our way back to base, too. My gunner jumped off in order to teabag his corpse.