Excuse me, that name is almost as bad as being stuck in jail because of Gazzy's 'talent'. If you can call it that. So then, we get shoved in these tiny little dog crates, that absolutely reek of death, and then Jeb comes in, and is all like 'so glad you could make it' You want an idea of how it went? Good, cause I wrote it out for you. Cause I'm just so thoughtful that way.
Jeb: So glad you could make it!
Flock: *silence*
Jeb: Now, we just have to conduct a few tests-
Max (of course): TESTS? You mean experiments that have us being stripped of flesh and thrown into dog kennels? Yeah, tests.
Jeb: Now Max, lets be reasonable.
Max: No, I really don't think reasonable is high on my list of things to be. In fact, I think I'm practically incapable of achieving 'reasonable'. Now, unreasonable, I can do.
Fang: She's right, you know. *Max rolls her eyes*
Jeb: Please, if you would just cooperate...
Max: Yeah, I'm not sure any of us can do that... *chorus of agreement from flock and some scientists*
Jeb: Very well then. I'll come back tomorrow, and until then, no food. *starts to leave, turns back* Just remember, you did this to yourself.
Max (calling after): Actually, I recall you giving the orders today, not us. But if we're in charge now, I would like a Jacuzzi to be built in my new, house sized kennel.
Jeb: Goodbye Max. We'll be bringing Ella in tomorrow.
Iggy: WHAT?
Fang: Ha, I knew it!
So yeah, you can expect that was really fun. More to come from- Nudge, I think?
Brace yourselves. By the time you finish, we'll all be those old people in nursing homes, causing trouble.
Cause we're special.
