"TOP GUN"
You take your seat at a large conference table in the middle of the room. Iceburg and Hitman sit right across from you guys.
"So Iceburg who pissed in your Corn Flakes this morning? You like how I got that sidewinder off?"
"Just shut your trap newbie! You ain't got shit to talk. YOu think oh because you made a couple of lucky shots and made Top Gun that your the shit. Well listen up, here you ain't shit unless you been in the shit. Get It!"
Just as your about to come across the table and put an end to his mouth the admiral comes in and breaks down the tension.
"Attention on Deck!" yells out Hitman as everyone stands at attention as the Admiral walks in.
"At ease boys, at ease have a seat." orders Admiral King.
Everyone takes a seat around the table and begins the debriefing.
"So Iceburg who pissed in your Corn Flakes this morning? You like how I got that sidewinder off?"
"Just shut your trap newbie! You ain't got shit to talk. YOu think oh because you made a couple of lucky shots and made Top Gun that your the shit. Well listen up, here you ain't shit unless you been in the shit. Get It!"
Just as your about to come across the table and put an end to his mouth the admiral comes in and breaks down the tension.
"Attention on Deck!" yells out Hitman as everyone stands at attention as the Admiral walks in.
"At ease boys, at ease have a seat." orders Admiral King.
Everyone takes a seat around the table and begins the debriefing.