«We Could be Heroes»

The Rooster hopped on No Name's shoulder, retracting his spurs.
Dryden shook his head and pulled his phone out, checking the time, also noting another message from Char. He clicked on it:
Char: Dryden, where are you?
Dryden: Somewhere in New Zealand. Why?
Char: Please get us out.
Dryden: I can't promise you anything.
~Messages stopped here. Click here to go to live updates~

He put his phone back in his hoodie pocket. "What now?"
 
"Really, you care that much about a chicken?" he said.
She marched out of the woods. Obviously he had not heard of the ancient meme, so she ignored the fact she had tried to make a joke for once in her life. Striding into the clearing, she put her hands on her hips. "Forget the chicken. I had to ditch Firestein's King Air because you left at the exact wrong time. Where were you?"
 
She marched out of the woods. Obviously he had not heard of the ancient meme, so she ignored the fact she had tried to make a joke for once in her life. Striding into the clearing, she put her hands on her hips. "Forget the chicken. I had to ditch Firestein's King Air because you left at the exact wrong time. Where were you?"
"Collecting a group for Firestein. That's a bit important, wouldn't you say?" He said.
 
"Collecting a group for Firestein. That's a bit important, wouldn't you say?" He said.
The Rooster turned his head and made a gong sound . Firestein. He didn't like that guy. His pupils changed shape as he zoomed his vision on Dryden. He didn't like that guy. He hopped off of No Name's shoulder. Did she work for Firestein too? His spurs came out with a shing! sound. His eyes studied each like chameleon eyes. He stretched his legs, and flapped his wings.
 
The Rooster turned his head and made a gong sound . Firestein. He didn't like that guy. His pupils changed shape as he zoomed his vision on Dryden. He didn't like that guy. He hopped off of No Name's shoulder. Did she work for Firestein too? His spurs came out with a shing! sound. His eyes studied each like chameleon eyes. He stretched his legs, and flapped his wings.
Dryden raised an eyebrow at the chicken. "I see the chicken wants to end up at KFC, ay?"
 

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