What would Flower do in this situation? She led her mob with both strength and skill, but her kin were free. Me and mine? There is a reason my back is turned to this hazy view: I have developed aversation for its existence as an entity that limits both my views and access to those areas through which I wish to explore.
I am a wild animal of the savannah and I shall not be relegated to some sort of swine of an Oceanic island, addressing thirst needs from some tubular vessel by rolling a metal ball around my tongue as I watch ullage develop a direct relationship with my quenching.
The only choice I seem to have now is to transmogrify myself into Meerkitty Pryde and lead my crew to the other side by tunneling through this force field of misfortune.
Please remain silent while I concentrate on willing unto myself the superpowers necessary to solve this situation; this is not as simple as clicking ruby slippers whilst mouthing home-ful utterances. You may practice your lacing skills if you would like to help as we will certainly want to have enough leis of Black-eyed Susan for each member; the homecoming party is going to be a happiest-brightest sight for the starry African sky. ; )