Jun: That woman last night was very rude.
Rion: I think my apartment has indigestion.
Jun: She made me trace out a map to the pirate’s gold.
Rion: I’m not trying to get your attention at all.
Jun: Her glasses were perched at the end of her beak while she breathed corrosive vapours all over me.
Rion: Is that why you have no face?
Jun: You see?
Rion: I can put my hand right through it.
Jun: You are always very honest.
Rion: That’s because I loved you.
[They float away]
little birds