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Survivor

Birdcage

No worries, lunch is right around the bend.

Hello my singing, feathered friend.

I don't think she's exactly on the mend.

No more sleepless nights you'll spend.

Does no one have some seeds to lend?

Aw, it dead now.

Stick bird inside!

Bird needs snack.

Now bird stay forever!

...

Nighty night, birdy.

It look so hungry...

IT'S BROKEN

I WILL IMPRISON THE FLESHLINGS

FLESHLINGS ARE SO PICKY

HA HA. THERE IS NO ESCAPE

IT MUST BE OUT OF BATTERIES

WAKE UP, FLESHLING

WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WANT?