Looks like Mr. Heywood might have rented out his avian chattels before now. Starting to think he might be unsavory or something.
On the other hand, maybe the bird is the brains of the operation, and Mr. Heywood is just the front man. You never can tell.
When the man say, “Run”, you run.
When the man say, “Talk”, you run.
When the bird say, “Rawwk”, you run.
See why it pays to stay in shape?
Did his finger just twitch, or was that the blood oozing down off of his head?
Wait… no, that was just a reflex action- not a voluntary motion. Do we count that?
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