I like to think the rudeness and lack of personal space are just parts of what make me such a good one. You know you love it.

[His marrow still feels like it's vibrating from the song, and he makes a mental note to talk to Clarith about it later, but the informal talk makes things so much easier to digest. When overwhelmed, aim for frivolity and humor.]

Teach all of them. You'll have a whole choir of completely in-tune pigeons at your beck and call. Plus, man, think of their feathers in spotlight? Give 'em the ol' razzle-dazzle.