Iggy: The author doesn't own anything, no matter how much she wants me. *shudders and looks around nervously*
Me: Thanks, Ig, for appearing in my disclaimer. I actually own my character, Morgan. So, no more boring stuff, this is the Maximum Ride Counseling service.
Iggy: Why is it named after Max? Honestly, you'd think these people would have taste.
Me: Calm yourself, beautiful one.
Iggy: *is creeped out*
Me: Here we go.
Morgan: So! Why are you guys here?
Max: Because we need 'help', according to Jeb.
Iggy: *groans* I hate this already. Can we leave?
Nudge: You know, this isn't so bad! I mean, it's not Disneyland or anything. Oooh, Disneyland. I wanna go. Can we, Max? Can we? Please, please, please? I won't even want a souvenir. I promise! I…
Max clamps a hand over her mouth.
Max: Sorry, sweetie, no Disneyland. We're stuck here.
Nudge: Awwww.
Angel, Nudge, and Gazzy: *puppy eyes*
Max: After this is over.
Fang: *disapproving glare*
Max: Go back to the clone.
Iggy: Oooh, burn.
Fang: *disapproving glare part deux*
Dylan: Yo.
Everyone: Go fly off a cliff!
Dylan: Hey…
Iggy: The cake is a lie!
Everyone looks at him strangely.
Iggy: Well, sorry. I know it's so terrible I can't be normal like you. *laughs at self*
Max: That is the worst type of humor.
Dylan: If I say I agree, will you kiss me?
Max: No.
Nudge: Max, he's super hot. I mean, he's so much cooler than Fang, and he can sing and … *faints*
Max: Why do we ever let her talk?
Iggy: Well, there is freedom of speech.
Max: For that matter, why do we ever let you talk?
Morgan: This is going to be a very long day.
A/N: Hi! Thanks for reading. I did this for another fandom, and I thought, "Hey, the MR characters need some 'help' too." And this was born. I know it's kinda short, but I'm just testing it out. So, can you please review?