“I hate these things. Look at them.
Stupid birds. Stupid stinky birds. Can't you smell them? They smell
like garbage. Stupid, ugly - that one is staring right at you!
Doesn't that freak you out? Maybe it will bite your head off. I'm
going inside. You can clean up the mess. And if they kill and eat
you, I'm not going to clean it up.”
“Dude, what's up with your wife?”
“You realize you guys are monsters,
right? But don't mind her, she doesn't know. Have you guys eaten
enough yet? Are you ready to tell me your secret?”
“Uh, maybe tomorrow. We're going to
go eat some rocks and digest this, and then get some sleep, and we'll
see how full we feel tomorrow. Does that sound ok, dummy?”
“What?”
“Buddy? Is that okay, buddy? Okay. We're
taking off. See you tomorrow. Bye-bye.”
“Stupid birds. I should have fed the
giant squirrel instead.”
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