Miserable Pile Of Words

"I've got it! I've got it!"
"Do you, brother Righteous? Because your previous suggestions haven't been anything to write home about. Not that we could, being a secret group of rebels fighting against an oppressive regime that would be hunting us and everyone we know if it knew we existed."
"Fear not, brother Freedom, this one's a winner."
"_{That's what you said the last 20 times.}"
"I heard that, brother Strong, but this time I'm sure you'll agree. We're going to be BLAST! Brothers Looking to Absolutely Supplant Tyrants."
"Ahem."
"... Oh. Right. Sister Dolorosa, my apologies. What was I thinking?"
"Well, you clearly weren't. At least not with your top head."
"Come now sister, there's no need for name-calling. Are we not all gathered here with the same goal?"
"Fine. But when are we going to actually start rebelling, instead of sitting around thinking up names for ourselves?"
"I have to agree with our sister in arms. That was the only half-decent idea we've had in months, and we need to start doing something."
"Brothers. Sister. I put to you... how about People instead of Brothers?"