you give into the call of nature, then we force that sour bird to tell us where the research center is, and we punch the department head right in his feathered face. Then, if you find out if there are gas stations in space, you drive us home. If not, we stay here and run off into the sunset, happily ever after.” “…I could get behind a life plan like that.” “Yeah?” he asked sweetly. “All right, let’s go get you your pride.”
