He squawks out in discomfort as he pecks at you.
I’m just happy I have a place to live in your head. Rent free.
Not everything is about you. My existence is dictated by your thought.
t. niggerbird
You're real bad at this :)
Am I? You're the one that seems to want to talk to me all the time. Perhaps it's time you look in the mirrot?
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