"You're kidding," I said. "We've escaped from top-security prisons, lived on our own for years, made tons of smarty-pants grown-ups look like fools without even trying, eaten desert rats with no A1 steak sauce, and you're telling me we're minors and have to have guardians?" I shook my head, staring at him.
"Listen, pal, I grew up in a freaking dog crate. I've seen horrible, part-human mutations die gut-wrenching deaths. I've had people, mutants, and robots trying to kill me twenty-four/seven for as long as I can remember, and you think I'm gonna cave to state law? Are you bonkers?"