No, I think they expect me to get back on my own. Baby birds leaving the nest and all that. Homing instinct.
Why else would I be gifted with such a superior intellect, and impressive physique?
Ah. Now I see it. And we are on Mars because we are searching for your parents. Just like Joe Dirt. Got it.
No, I think they expect me to get back on my own. Baby birds leaving the nest and all that. Homing instinct.