"Sure I can! I am, in fact, and how fast do you think I need to travel, doc?" Famine tilted his head. "Aside from letting myself being dragged by an aeroplane, I don't see anything good about acquiring wings."
Setting his fork down, he took a sip of wine. "Knowing my record with the old man, I'd end up with bat wings or something equally ridiculous." The thought made him laugh. "The new Batman! Now with less muscle and more protruding bones!"