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I picture Maverick (played by myself) as a Maverick chef, no measuring, no rules.  Just great instincts and awesome food.

I get sent to Top Chef because, although Cougar’s fusion cuisine was the best, he couldn’t handle the pressure cooker.  So me and my sous chef Goose (a pro at fowl dishes) head out.  We meet the others, like Sliders, Baster, Triper, and the best of the best, Ice Cream Man.

Goose dies in a baking accident, and I have to find a way to carry on.  I meet a hot restaurateur chick, only to find out she is one of my teachers.  she loves my no rules cooking and we bang.  She comments on how reckless I am with very expensive truffles and such.

After defeating the communists in a cook-off, I return to Top Chef as a teacher.

It writes itself…

– Ice Cream Man: “You can be my sous chef anytime.”  Maverick: “Bullshit.  You can be mine.”

– Mav: “That’s right.  Ice…Cream… Man.  I am dangerous.”

– Mav: “On the count of three, we’re gonna saute.  3-2-1… SAUTE!”

Mav: Kitchen, this is Ghost Rider requesting a fryby.  Kitchen Boss Johnosn: That’s a negative, Ghost Rider, the oven is full.

– Mav: You don’t have time to think in there.  If you think, you’re dead.

– Mav: Too close for tongs, I’m switching to spatula.

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