I thought we had a deal.
I thought you were supposed to fly whenever a car was getting close to you.
I thought that after all this years, you and your mates had already figured out that I cannot stop my car just for you and wait till you decide to get out of my way. Eventhough I wanna make it very clear that I always reduce the velocity when I see anyone of you.
What I'm trying to say here is: Since when you decided not to fly anymore? Since when did all of you decided to stay and confront our automobiles?
Dear Mr Pidgeon, since when are you a rebel?