You lock your hands to your sides and wiggle in the air very slowly. "I am a flying slug...I am a flying slug...blub blub blub..." you say in your most hypnotic voice.

The redhead shivers and says, "I hate slugs!"

"I AM A FLYING SLUG!!!" you scream. "...blub blub blub."

"Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!" they yell. Suddenly the redhead seems to get an idea and brings out a saltshaker.

"NOOOO!!!!! BLUB BLUB BLUB!!! NOT SALT!!!!! BLUUUUUUUUUUB!!!!!!" you scream. She pays no mind to your screams she steps foreward, an evil smile playing upon her face. You wiggle away as fast as you can, but its just not fast enough. You know you're going to die...the end is near...

"DON'T HURT IT!!!" The girl in white drop kicks the red head. "It would be evil...an...and UNJUST!" She yells through her tears.

"Yeah! Blub blub!! Listen to her!" you yell. "BLUB! BLUB BLUB BLUUUUUB!!!!!!!"

The redhead seems to have abandoned her saltshaker idea and now has her hands spread just a bit apart from eachother. "FIREBALL!!!" she yells. You and the girl in white are soon on the ground, blackened and twitching a bit.

"...Blub..." You whimper.

"Lina, that was kinda...mean..." The blond man says.

"It was provoked! Besides...it makes them more...flexible."

You decide to:

Demonstrate that you are, in fact, NOT more flexible.

Keep up the slug pretence.