"Yeah, you're prob'ly right." He frowned slightly, although whether it was because of the loss of his cushion or the lack of nearby ostriches was difficult to tell, even for him. Probably both. Regardless, he got over it quickly (well, the ostrich thing anyway, he'd gotten used to the living cushion and found the couch didn't quite measure up). "Oh, B-Squad. Hands down. Feet, too. You just can't beat four guys runnin' around an' blowin' stuff up for two hours. Plus, like I said. The pilot's genius. ...I mean, I'm kinda biased an' all, since I'm a pilot too...sorta...but even you'll think so." The more he talked the more animated he became, shifting around in his seat and gesturing with his free hand in an attempt to aid the explanation.