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[no_good_tsuna]

It's getting to the point where you just don't want to go outside. Wading through a sea of turkeys, some pecking your legs and too many of them staring at you is bad enough. But now every time I open the door, it's like a field of death. I don't have anything against hunting (as long as I don't have to do it), but it's a little excessive, don't you

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[thelostseraph]

Try conversing with the ones with the appearance of a a small stuffed animal with wings. They appear to be the only species capable of speaking intelligibly.

[no_good_tsuna]

I'll keep that in mind, thanks. I should have known not to trust any animal that grins like that.

[thelostseraph]

. . . As for myself, I would be suspicious of any creature that spoke as if it were suffering from acute brain damage.

[no_good_tsuna]

That can be a lot of people.

[thelostseraph]

Was that a show of uncharacteristically satirical wit?

. . . I am impressed.

[no_good_tsuna]

Uncharacteristically? I can be very witty. I just tend to say things to myself, or too quietly to hear.

[thelostseraph]

. . . Perhaps you should use it more openly. I see even the brain-damaged cat was able to verbally lambast you.

[no_good_tsuna]

Maybe I will! On the less frightening people and animals.

[thelostseraph]

On further thought, I believe your problem may lie in an area of anatomy outside the brain; namely, the spine.

[no_good_tsuna]

I'm only spineless because I'm also powerless, talentless, brainless, and hopeless.

And now I'm speechless.

[thelostseraph]

You are the leader of a Mafia gang, no?

[no_good_tsuna]

Reluctantly.