Let's Get Out
"Fang," I said.
"Yeah?" he answered.
"Umm… well, I was thinking…"
Oh my God. What was I saying? It was like my brain was thinking one thing and my mouth was saying another
Mouth: I mean, you know… None of us has done anything fun in a while, and…
Brain: Oh my God! Shut up! Just, I don't know, fake a seizure or something. This is insane!
Fang: Yeah, it's kind of hard to fit "fun!" into your schedule when you're six mutant bird freaks on the run from insane scientists who have the power of an entire army at their disposal and aren't afraid to use it to bring you down. That kind of life doesn't really say "relaxing."
Mouth: Hey, I hear you. I just thought–
Brain: No no no no no! Stop! You can get away from this, Max. You've escaped from facilities surrounded by scientists (your enemies)! You can get away from Fang! You have before!
Mouth: We should be able to take a small, miniscule break from everything, you know?
Fang: Wouldn't that be nice. A sabbatical from your life. Where do I sign up?
Mouth: (sighing) can't you just agree with me here?
Fang: Um, sure. What did you wanna do?
Mouth: Get away.
Brain: No no no!
Fang: And leave everyone else?
Brain: Oh yeah. See? You can't just leave with Fang. You have to think about the rest of the Flock.
Mouth: I think Iggy can handle it for a while.
Fang: (looking doubtful) well, you are supposed to be the leader…
Brain: What? No! Is he agreeing with you? But – but he's supposed to be smart! He's supposed to tell you when you're doing something stupid. He's supposed to stop you. Not agree with you. Not go along with it because "you're the leader." Ugh!
Mouth: Come on. Let's get out of here.