Peanuts by Charles Schulz for November 07, 1951

One person’s bang is another person’s ping.

It’s like when you try to show a girl a first person shooter and she can’t get the hang of the controls at all.

Yeah, while we’re busy creating wars and nonsensical political and economic misery, their off doing other less important things like making the world a better place with love, care and detest for senseless violence (scoffs).

She’d rather slap them silly with her doll than shoot them.

It the bullet probably struck a metal surface and ricocheted.

Once upon a time, I agreed to take a friend (now ten years gone to endometrial cancer, waah!) to a pistol range; she had never shot before. One of us, in email concerning this plan, used the title “bang ping”.  (‘ping’, as in sonar, is an Internet utility to check whether a server is active and how long a packet takes to get there; metaphorically, a message like “are you still at this address” or “are we on the same page”.)

She broke a tooth and had to postpone. We agreed that this news was a fang prang bang ping; and that, if she’d told me by telephone and moaned about it at length, then it would be a long fang prang bang ping ring.