Hey. I'm Max. In fourteen years I've been through a lot with these five other feathery freaks I call my family. We're on the run from some evil brainiacs that want our wings on their fireplaces. No biggie. In any regard, the six of us are your average kids, except for the fact that we can fly. And dismember a grown man with our bare hands in little under ten seconds. Other than that, we're your average amigos, so stay cool, and fly on!
Public Service Announcement to all of the Erasers out there. Sincerely, the Flock.