"I'll pour juice," I heard the Gasman say to Max. I walked into the kitchen, still stressed from my dream. With my eyes closed, I fell onto the couch. I'm reminded of the time when Max rearranged the furniture and didn't tell me, so I plopped onto the floor instead.

"Hey, Ig, rise and shine," Max said.

"Bite me," I said. I just wanted a good night's sleep for once.

"Fine. Miss breakfast," she said. I rolled my eyes. Max couldn't cook. I knew I would have to, but I lay on the couch for just a little longer.
I heard the familiar almost silent shuffle as Fang stepped into the room. He was tall with dark hair and dark eyes, or so I'm told. He went to the kitchen to taunt Max, so I figured now was a good time to come to her rescue.

I stood up, and wobbled a bit. "I'll make eggs," I said.

"Fang? You set the table. I'll go get Nudge and Angel," Max said.

I started the stove and cracked a few eggs. I'd need to make a lot. We all ate quite a bit. We needed a lot of fuel.

"What'd you say you were making?" the Gasman asked.

"Eggs. Don't eat them all," I replied. I could almost hear the disappointment on his face.