flapping vaguely downward through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
Because there wasn’t room for “Quoth Neurotic Owl: Am I in the way? I mean, I can move. . . um. . . I don’t want to be a bother or anything.”
GIVES ME THIS PICTURE!!!
I’m skeered now.
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GIVES ME THIS PICTURE!!!
I’m skeered now.