"Just put it on."
"NO."
"Please?"
"NO!"
"Why not?" Aerrow whined.
"It looks stupid, and it chafes against my sensitive skin, and...and...things!" Finn barked. "Plus you have no idea how stupid you all look, with big potato sacks sticking outta ya! I wore it a couple times before, but NEVER. AGAIN."
"Finn, it's good for you! It'll save you and your crotch a lot of pain!" Piper reasoned. "Not to mention we won't have to re-paint the fronts of our rides quite so much..."
"I'M NOT WEARING A PARACHUTE!"
"Pleeeeeeeeaaaaase?"
"No. Why can't I have one of Aerrow's cool glider thingies?"
"Because, Finn," Stork hissed, "You don't know how to work those things. Remember the last time you tried out someone else's weapons? Junko was almost mashed to a pulp."
"Well...that doesn't count!"
"Just put the frickin' parachute on, and-"
"NO!"
"FINN!" Piper roared, pinning him down. "WEAR THE PARACHUTE, OR WE'RE NOT GOING TO TROPICA FOR A YEAR!"
Silence in the hanger bay. Finn grabbed the pack and strapped it on, growling.
"Fine," he grumbled. "But the next time my skimmer breaks, you get to fix it."
OOO
A/N: That coulda been a more inspired ending...
Anywho, thanks to BlitzXColeen for the idea. (Did I spell your name wrong? If so, lemme know...)