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Maverick was fine when there was a mission at hand. He could fly with the best of them. That was, as long as he was medicated. He needed something doctor prescribed or there would be problems in the air.
Maverick tried to keep the dosage down to as little as possible! But one-day Maverick was feeling extra stressed. He couldn't remember if he had already taken his medication or not. Maybe the drugs that he had already taken were affecting his memory.
Maverick listened to his battle body in the back seat complaining about stuff. The battle buddy was crying about "how the commander was going to ground them both"!
Maverick was too drugged up to care what his battle buddy was rattling on about. Maverick figured that he should and his aircraft.
Maverick offered his battle buddy some fo his medication in the hope that the battle buddy would calm down. But the battle buddy just kept screaming for Maverick to close his hatch.
In was about two hours after landing that Maverick was still being yelled at by his commander. Without being fully conscious of it... Maverick had spent most of his flight time making "cloud penises" and even managed on vagina!
The commander did not appreciate Maverick's art! After three hours of being yelled at all Maverick wanted was his doctor to refill his ****n so Maverick would be good to fly again! Maverick hated to fly... but the drugs that the military gave him made it all worth the effort!