[ pointy dave over here in his dumb pantaloons hears you and wholly agrees, but: ]

Neither flying nor swimming works. Trust me, I've tried.

[ although dirk's voice is soft and monotone by default (similar to his brother's but lacking the texan charm of a southern drawl), it's even flatter with exhaustion laced through every word. ]

A signal would be good if we had the means for it, but I'm gonna go ahead and guess you don't have a surprise flare gun or something on you. [ a beat. ] Feel free to prove me wrong and make my day though.