Here I sit, perched on a slippery antenna, guarding my treasure, while the rest of the flock wait below. They think I'll drop some, but they should know me better than that. The pale grey and tan female thinks I might share it with her, just because I fertilized a few eggs for her – HAH! I spent all afternoon following that man with the bag full of shell peas, before he finally dropped one, and now it's mine; I'm the king of pigeons, the Mohammed Ali of Birddom!
What is that shadow that keeps circling?
Oh, s@@t, a hawk!
You're at the top of the Empire State Building with a vegetable. What happens while you're up there?