Let me in. I know you’re watching. Your mother has sent me a message to give to you. You’re still a slob, pigs live better than you. For God’s sake bathe, scrub your hands and stop rubbing your chin, there is a virus. First thing first, unplug that cord and tidy the desk. It’s going to smoke up tonight.
Fine keep recording. Call me adorable. I’ll take matters into my own beak.
Tap, tap – smash.
“What the hell. Get out of here.”
Yuck, the taste of plastic. A little harder. Wire. Crunch. Fried. Shit. Belly up. As dead as the laptop. Mission accomplished.
Note: The story is up for interpretation. For those interested, I saw the bird as a message from the human’s dead mother. Some people believe animals and insects are the messengers between the living and the dead.