Thread:HawkDragon1763/@comment-33896974-20190715182100/@comment-32273133-20190719004047

//cool cool

There are two birds circling, ones that have recently appeared and hadn't seemed to be around when the other animals were tortured. Suddenly, one of them--a white bird with a bright orange beak--swoops down. The other brownish red one follows.

A couple feet from the ground, the two birds shift into humans and land behind Galaxian. The former white bird is holding a dagger.

"I heard a short joke," she says. "And I do not approve."

//might be behind in posting, so just assume my kids are glaring