There once was a person who owned a bird it was a beautiful and very real bird some people would call them poison birds because of their beautiful feathers, and that person was you but there was another reason why they called them poison birds they would basically spit out a acid at people who were close to there owner you obviously didn’t believe it, you had your friends over but they weren’t near the cage it was in but you guys were just talking about whatever the hell and it wanted out