Quagmire, upon landing on the sides, immediately glanced upwards, and his mood darkened as his lips twisted downwards into a frown. With a headcount already in his head, there seemed to be fifteen flying man-eaters circling him above the air. It seemed like they were really planning on ambushing him again, or even worse, attacking his base. After all, it was no secret, and the lights that were given by his base are already a dead giveaway.
With a click of his tongue, he thought of the blunder that he had just made; he should have taken into consideration that the lights that would be emitted by his base would be a dead giveaway to anybody. However, as moments passed by, he had given himself a slack, as he is not an omnipotent nor an all-knowing being. He is simply just a human who is slightly or even more intelligent than an average person.
