The bird: “Do your worst. I have nothing to lose. May the fire of thousand suns cleanse this cursed plane of torment as I return to nothing that I came from”.
You: “Awww… Hello little borb. You wook so gwumpy.” 😄
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Cake day: June 9th, 2023
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