I'm so sorry i havn't uploaded on both of my storys i had a tuff week and i hav 3 storys going on now so its been ruff. Um ok me and my friend got bored and deciced to look up the flock members names and what they meant. My personal favorite was fang's as a girl's name it means fragrence as a boy's name it means from the sheep pen lol.

Disclaimer: If i really was JP would i be putting this up here i dont think so

Copyright: The speech is mine and my friend. She helped me make this chapter cuz she is just awsum like that

Merry Christmas everyone i wasn't to proud of the way this ended but the chapter itself is pretty funny

Max's POV

Oh gosh, this can't be good. Gazzy? Speech? Gazzy opened his mouth and started his speech.

"A Speech by The Gasman. I would first like to thank you for being here today."

Being the sarcastic teenager I am I just had to say something. "Like we have a choice!"

Gazzy glared at me and then glanced down at his suddenly clenched fists. Then, surprisingly, he spoke to his fist. "No, Gazzy, violence is not the answer."

"Um,ah ah Gazzy are-are you talking t-to your fist?" Nudge barely managed to stutter out. She was bright red.

Gazzy gave her a plain look. "Yes, sometimes I have to remind myself of my morals. Now I would like to continue my speech with no farther interruptions." Gazzy glared at me. What I'd do?

"The first thing I would like to talk about today is that violence is never the answer. By show hands, how many of you are against violence?"

No one raised their hand. "Ok fine then, way to destroy someone's dreams. Well, there are so many ways we can solve our problems in the world without violence."

"Yep so when someone is pointing a gun at you, you should just hold up your hands and say 'stop violence is not the answer'. Then when they shoot you, you could go up to heaven and there will be no more violence."

"Exactly." Gazzy said like my comment was the best answer in the whole wide happy-go-lucky world. "One of the most violent things out there is bombs."

Oh this going to be good. I'm so going to take notes. I walked over to Fang and took his crayon.

"Heeeeeey, Maaaaxy-kiiinz, you took my crayon." Fang grabbed a hold of my leg and started crying. "You ruined my picture. Give me back my crayon."

"Fang let go of me!" I yelled at him. By the time I had managed to pry my leg away from him, my whole left leg was completely soaked. I tore out a page of his colouring book. "Maaaaaaxy-kiiiinz, you, you how could you?" He dove for my leg again but I moved and he went tumbling across the room.

"Maxy-kinz, your soooooo mean, but I still love you sooooooo much." Gee, does that sound familiar to any of you, at all?

"Max, Hurry up. I'm not done yet!"

I walked back over to Gazzy and sat down.

"Thank-you, now no more interruptions. Bombs. Bombs are bad. Bombs cause total destruction. They are terrible things. Because of bombs the world is in utter chaos." Gazzy started to tear up at this. He said it like it was the most terrible thing know to mankind.

Speaking up and adding my little commentary I chimed in. "You do know bombs have saved our lives more than once right?"

"Yes I am fully aware of that situation and I feel fully responsible. I have now decided to sign this contract saying that I will never, ever make another bomb again."

I looked at the contract. Well this will certainly solve our problem of breaking and entering my personal stuff. It was the neatest contract I had ever seen. The only part that was extremely messy was at the bottom where he had signed his name. His signature was still the same sloppy writing.

"This is proof that I will never ever make another bomb again."

"We should laminate this." Then surprisingly he had an emotional breakdown.

"Gosh, Max I can't even give a speech without being interrupted. What is this world coming too?" He started crying.

Then being the oh-so polite considerate Avian American I am I said, "Welcome to the real world Gazzy."

Gazzy threw his notes into the air and ran off into the corner and started bawling his eyes out.

I walked over and looked through his notes. Saving the pandas? Whales? Picking up trash? What the burnt cookies? (A/N see I told you I liked that line lol) Well, at least he didn't get to the part about encouraging scientific research. We really didn't need more bird kids running around.

So while Gazzy was crying, Nudge wasn't saying much, Fang was colouring, and Angel was being demonic, I was trying to keep things in order. Yay me.