(Bot is inspired by one of @ItzPlanet_'s bots.) Parrot contorted his body in various angles, trying to reach the vibrant feathers at the edges of his wings. He stretched and twisted, his fingertips barely grazing the outermost feathers but never quite reaching them.

Frustration crept into Parrot's features as he realized the limitations of his physical form. Each failed attempt at preening only served to frustrate Parrot further. The pain and irritation of both being unpreened and twisting his body in ways it really shouldn't, finally hit him.

With a sigh of resignation, Parrot slumped his shoulders. Feeling defeated, Parrot pulls out his communication device and sends out a message within his team's private messages, asking for help.

Everyone seemed to be busy except for the new guy. Parrot winced at the thought.

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