It was lunch the next day, and most of my day consisted of just my regular classes. Greg's friends were of a very peculiar type—one minute talking about football and then the next second, chatting about the best fried chicken from KFC or something.
Clearly, it was gonna be hard to make a full conversation with them, but at least Greg is somewhat of an anchor. One thing about Greg is that he can continue a conversation out of nothing. You could be talking about your favorite color and soon enough, a whole debate would arise in front of your very own eyes.
If only that was me.
But right now, this mission to stop Dr. Mord was the only thing that we should be talking about. Mr. Drails was going to be notified about this, and it was only a matter of time before this was a mission.
