That's Mr Squatter To You, Top Gun Maverick!

 

That’s Mr Squatter to you, Top Gun Maverick!

By Thomas Heath

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is a special sort of story, because I’ve needed to go, while writing.

I’ve needed to go kind of badly, while writing.

 

 

 

It all started, or, it all starts (to use correct English) with a job centre phone call. The user, i.e. the instigator, i.e. the person making the phone call, is ostensibly making the phone call in order to look for work, to look for a job.

The receiver, of the call, is from Liverpool, hence the dynamics in question.

 

 

The dynamics, in question:

Is it possible, for a job centre phone caller, to ask for the metaphors of Top Gun Maverick, while the phone call is based around Liverpool, without being a boredom science in actuality?

 

The boredom science, of the dynamic. It’s premise, is that the receiver of the phone call being from Liverpool in the UK, thus, having a Liverpool accent in the UK, means that the humour complex of the overall scenario isn’t worked for �" it’s easy peasy, lemon squeezy.

 

 

Monica Barbaro. Miles Teller. Jon Hamm. Lewis Pullman.

Glen Powell.

  

All. All are bequeathed, with the dynamics’ independence, the magic of the independence from the boredom science. Indeed: it’s just so great.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“That’s Mr Squatter to you, Top Gun Maverick”.

While in bed, after the job centre phone call (that was expertly based around Liverpool, and London in the UK), this is how the instigator talks, to Top Gun Maverick, the entity being fucked in bed.

 

“My daddy, will be getting me the Bomberman PS5 videogame! Which just came out this September, so nah nah nahnah nah”.

This is the way, this is the method, of response, of reply from Top Gun Maverick, which came to life from the phone call’s humour dynamics of the London-Liverpool phone call dynamic.

 

 

“Please, please, please don’t f**k with me, Top Gun Maverick �" I’m Mr Squatter, you’re the Muffin man”.