"No, I'm pretty certain they're afraid of what might happen if they are in my head if I die," Captain Black furiously whispered, glaring at the abashed Captains Blue and Ochre in the ditch he was sharing with them, his face eerie in the wash of the light the abnormally strong Aurora Borealis, "Now what it I always stressed about pursuing someone into the wilderness? Any wilderness?"
He was incensed that what was probably his one chance at permanently escaping the Mysterons (albeit also escaping life itself) had been stolen from him by two otherwise very intelligent men, because they had ignored a lesson he had tried to drill into their heads regarding wildlife.
"Never mess with the mega-fauna?" Ochre replied timidly.
"What was that?" Black hissed.
"Never Mess With The Mega-Fauna," they both chorused.
"Good, let's hope Magenta remembers that, and doesn't enraged that thing any further than you two chuckle-heads did," Black groused, and leaned back against the very damp earth currently hiding them from a very angry Bull Moose.
(Magenta did remember.)