The Rebel Bird struts back and forth protecting the family moonshine still
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Ayup.
Whats its say...
Aye see the angel-man is at a loss fur words.
"Rotten Zom-bye-brain. I ain't not hippeh byrd."
S'awright. Gloob's got other gigs. Y'know? Lands of Gloob and pecks around the edges twice then flies away...
Struts around the wreckage of the old still but keep an eye on the zombie and Big Mammy Grillz. He turns spread his wings open and displays the confederate flag.
Turns and glares angrily at the monkey DM
A pillar of flame rises from the wreckage and out of it own demise rises a bird of a different color. It breaks for the sky with quicking energy KAH! |