"No, I just think it's odd."
"Well, that's because it is odd."
"No, Fang, you don't get it!"
"What's not to get?"
"Well, I'm saying that there is no way that every time someone has to save the world, they're under 25!"
"…I know what you said."
"Well I said it again!"
"…But why?"
"Why what?"
"Why are you pointing this out?"
"Because it's odd!"
"It is odd."
"I know!"
"Well, what do you want me to say, Max?"
"I don't know… something."
"Something."
"Ha ha."
"Well, you said-"
"Shut up. But really, why is that?"
"Why is what?"
"Why are all the heroes and chosen ones so young? I mean, really."
"Well, I don't think that a group of old people could save the world. What would they do, 'reminisce-about-the-old-days' you to death? Maybe take a swing at you with their canes. Oh, I know! Arthritis rays! Bad-ah-dah-dah-dan! Big corporations that put that stuff out want fresh, hip people who viewers can relate to."
"Well, what about adults? Like in their thirties?"
"Well, corporations like to egg on love interests, and when you're thirty, love tends to end in sex. Kids can't watch sex, Max."
"Fang!"
"What?"
"The
kids shouldn't hear that stuff!"
"They're asleep."
"…"
"…"
"… Iggy isn't."
"How do you know?"
"His breathing."
"Oh, right."
"…"
"…"
"…"
"Well, anyways. Teenage loves don't usually have such happy endings until later on."
"Now you're trying to make me mad."
"Yes. I very much am."
"Well, stop it!"
"Fine."
"…Fang?"
"Hm?"
"Do you really think I can save the world?"
"Definitely."
"But I'm just fourteen."
"I'm younger, and already, I have an army of blog-readers."
"You're funny."
"I try."
"But do you really think I can do this? Seriously?"
"…"
"Fang?"
"I do. But you won't have to do all of it."
"I know."
"I'll be there."
"I know."
"And Iggy."
"I know."
"And Gazzy, Angel, Nudge, and Total."
"…I know."
"Then why worry?"
"It's what I do."
"I know."
"Thanks."
"Sure."
"…And Fang?"
"Yeah?"
"Why can't old people save the world?"