@abnerantisocialduck (unprompted):
He was grinning menacingly, his voice low and fiery eyes glaring like a predator. “You better start running, amigo... Because when I catch you, I’m gonna beat that smug parrot beak of yours to a pulp!”
Oh, no, he was back. He hoped he wouldn’t have to deal with this when he got back. Was that too much to ask for?
He elected to smile the best warm smile he could muster for Abner, but he sounded serious. And he knew from very personal anecdotes that when anyone took that tone of voice, it was best to just run.
That he did.








