Originally posted by Maverick
Gee it must be terrible to be unable to face life sober. I feel sorry for those unable to hack it on thier own.
Goose lived and loved witha beer in his hand, and loved. HE LOVED!
GOOSE
This is not good!...(Rising panic)
We're low! Don't be a drunk Mav!
Maverick is pinned to the instrument panel by centrifugal
force, desperately tries to reach back for the ejection
lever--but is falling short by about a foot.
MAVERICK
I'm pinned to the panel. And I'm drunk.
GOOSE
Time to go.
MAVERICK
I can't eject. I can't face life sober either, BELCH.
The plane is spinning ever faster, out of control. He drops
the gear. Still spins. Goose is closer to center of spin--G
forces are less. He reaches behind him for the eject handle,
starts the eject sequence.
GOOSE
3000 feet. I'll do it.
MAVERICK
Go ahead. I can't reach. 2000 feet! Wait, I got my Pabst, all is good.
AHHYYYEEEEEEEEEEEE.
You killed Goose Mav, you bastard.
