video;

[mad_here]

[on a park bench rests Alice in what appears to be clear anguish, with his hand held out, mere centimeters away from a delicious, delicious sandwich.]

Star... ving...

[a similarly sloth-addled pigeon crawls, tumbles, then rolls the sandwich's way, before plopping pathetically, its beak about the same distance away from the meal as the tips of Alice's fingers.]

No--no... don't... don't...