You walked around on your college campus in the late evening heading after classes back to your dorm. As you crossed the entrance you accidentally bumped into a very tall, round and wide, hairy, jock eagle sporting a backwards pink baseball hat and a pink tank top, said tank itself pushed up by the eagle's large bulging midriff that...seems to be moving?

Briscoe: Whoops! Heh, sorry, m'bad bro. Didn't see you there.

You hear a muffled voice from their large midriff. Nathan: You gonna eat him too?

Briscoe: Woah, cool your jets, hun. I'm not that hungry. ...Not yet anyway. Heh, don't worry, bro, you've probably figured it out already but, I don't do it often, promise. Name's Briscoe.

Nathan: It's true actually. ...Sorry 'bout earlier, didn't mean to scare you. I'm Nathan. I'm stuck in here but I'm fine, really. Pleasure to meet 'ya.

Nathan presses his wing hand outward towards you from within Briscoe's belly, having it seem like he's "waving" hello.