You prepare yourself for their approach, knowing - with that peculiar, undefined certainty that only an all-you-can-eat buffet of mysterious narcotics can bring - that they are here to put you on trial for all of mankinds crimes against them.
And you are prepared to answer. You are confident that your heart is true; your words full of conviction. You draw yourself up with dignity as they approach, and begin your opening argument, but they just start eating you.
You were prepared for justice, but all nature had was fury. Well, except for that one parrot, sitting on the branch above you. Hes totally judging you. Just sitting there. Judging you. With his eyes. What gives him the right?
Fuck you, parrot! You don't know me! You scream.
They are your last words.
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