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Billy-Bob the Bird wanders through the jungle outside a scientific research complex
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| What in the fuck am I? Where in the hell do things like me come from? What the fuck in this purplish/mauve thing on my deformed bill? | |
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Billy-Bob: Still wandering
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| And look at this shade of blue! And why are my eyes so fucking big? Is God blind!? Or is this how he gets off after years, alone, as the supreme ruler of a bunch of idiotic mtv whores? | |
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| Can I help you little birdie? | |
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| No, I think you've answered all my questions. *whispers* "you pap smear..." | |
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