I wanna live forever.

I wanna learn how to fly… high!

No, I didn’t mean Fame, I mean I really would like to live forever.

Uh-huh. But I’d like to learn how to fly. High.

Wait, do you mean fly very far up in the sky, or while stoned?

Either! Though flying stoned would probably be really bad for you. You’d, like, run into a plane.

This was my concern.

Don’t drink and soar!

The seagull you save may be your own?

Only if you own seagulls. Do you own seagulls?

Not currently.

So you did, at one point, own seagulls.

I’m not saying that.

I think you just did.

Well, fine, I didn’t mean that.

But you implied it.

You inferred.

The point is! The point is that I want to know when you owned seagulls!

I have never owned seagulls. Nor have I flown.

Really?

Under my own power.

Oh!

I have been doing all right with the living forever thing though.

It’s working out for you?

So far, so good. Still alive.

Woo!

Thanks.

No prob. So now how about my dreams of flight?

That’s a little harder. You aren’t exactly lighter than air or winged.

Did you just call me fat?

For a bird, yes.

Hey!

Big bird!

Hey!

Well, he can’t fly either.

I might make you fly.

Oh yeah?

Yeah, right off a ledge. Whoosh, splat.

Whoosh, Splat is the name of my new ska band.

Can I join?

If you don’t throw me off a building.

Deal!