>_>
No offense, Rox, but the idea of following you into some dark alley-way is much more frightening than any big dumb bird. Somehow, I know I'll wake up that night tied to your bed with Red Vines, wearing only boxers and socks, with whipped cream on my face and that stuffed bird plushie sitting on my chest as half a dozen robed women sing Gregorian chants while juggling bananas all around me.
Somehow. *suspicious glare*
Derailed-thread-saving EDIT: *looking down at the below post* YOU stay away, too, ya crazy raccoon.