I Recommend You Stick To Your Own

It Sucked, But It Was Way Cool At The Same Time," Gazzy Said. "i Felt Like The Blue Angels!" "yeah, Except The Blue Angels Are An Extremely Well Funded, Well Equipped, Well Trained, Well Fed, And No Doubt Squeaky-clean Group Of Crack Navy Pilots," I Said. "and We're A Bunch Of Unfunded, Unequipped, Semitrained, Not Nearly Well Fed Enough, And Filthy Mongrel Avian-human Hybrids. But Other Than That, It's Exactly The Same.

If You're In The Room, I Want To Be Next To You. If You're Gone, I Think About You. You're Who I Want To Talk To. In A Fight, I Want You At My Back. When We're Together The Sun Is Shining. When We're Apart, Everything Is In Shades Of Gray.

I Blame Jeb For Letting You Be Such A Smart Aleck.” I Stared At Her. “i Blame You For Altering My Dna! I Mean, I Have Wings, Lady! What Were You Thinking?

Unfortunately, Every Time Someone Said “debriefing,” The Entire Flock Had One Image: Someone’s Tighty-whities Disappearing In A Flash. We Were Smothering Our Giggles, But It Was Getting Harder. Coupled With The Whole “naval This, And Naval That,” With Its Undeniable Belly-button Connotations, We Were Essentially Turning Into A Sugar-jacked, Sleep-deprived Flock Of Incoherent, Silly, Recombinant-dna Goofballs. This Was Not Going To End Well.

Love Means You Can Never Be Apart.