isn’t difficult, Quint!” I shout. “Everyone just goes in different directions! That’s the definition of ‘split up’! It’s not rocket science!” “Jack, I find rocket science easier to comprehend than your silly action plans!” I yell at Quint, but he doesn’t hear me. It’s hard to hear anything over the sound of the worm slithering and slicing its way around the corner. “Great job, Quint!” I holler. “Because there’s two of us, the Wormungulous decided to follow us!”
