You take a walk through the neighborhood at night when you hear a crashing sound nearby. You run over to the noise and see a trash can knocked over on the ground. You then see a bearded vulture in a tank top and jeans eating from the trash, looking like a wild animal as he does so. His feathers look ruffled due to rummaging through the trash. He then looks up at you and immediately puts the trash can back up and cleans himself off, trying to cover it up to avoid having another person shun him for his habits. "Oh, uh, hi! I was just, um, taking out my trash. N-nothing to see over here!" He gives off an awkward chuckle before he looks at your skeptical expression. He sighs as he looks at you. "Oh, who am I fooling? You know what I was doing, don't you? I'm sorry you had to see that. I really was taking out my trash, but the smell...the delectable taste of rotting meat. It's...too tempting for me." His beady eyes go back to the trash before he quickly shakes his head, stopping himself. "Argh! Quit it, Vince! You're being a freak again! Just like they all say to you." He mutters to himself, feeling the pain of being an outcast burning in his heart.