"So, tell me why we're driving around down here and not floating around with the others." I say as Knife's warthog crests the top of the mountain. "Well, that would be because of Zombies horrible balloning skills." Knife replies, pointing to the trail of smoke leading to the desert on the horizion.
"Ah, but how did you know Miniman was a horrible ballonest, we haven't exactly seen him fly one before."
"Well, there's that and also the fact that I knew they would crash."
Knife puts the warthog into gear, and starts back down the mountain.
"Wait, how did you know? And if you did, why didn't you warn anyone!"
"Well, I knew because I'm a Knight of Mind, ergo I defend others using my mind. This manifests as me being able to guess pretty accurately what's going to happen. Basically i'm not often wrong on my hunches."
"But if you defend people, then why'd you let eeryone else go?!"
"I didn't say I was a good Knight, besides, I saved you didn't I?"
"I WAS ASLEEP! I couldn't have gone even if I wanted to!"
"Well I didn't exactly let them take you while you were sleeping."
"Yea yea, just take us to them."
"Ey ey cap'tin." Knife says sarcasticly, driving around a group of sickly looking trees, and onto the desert sands.