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[spacepheasant]

Well mun, here I was thinkin' you couldn't possibly think up any name worse than you have for the other blokes you play around with, but low and behold. You completely outdid yourself. It's better than 'spaceturkey' at least.

[A sigh]

So you're lookin' to send me at that place with all those ghosts and ghoulies eh? Figures you would. Not that I'm against a little bit of action, but y'might want ta think this through a bit more. Really, you just got back from a trip, and didn't you have some other kid you wanted to send there too? Don't push yourself mun, wouldn't want'cha to go and hurt yourself.

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[acardic]

[In his time at the house, Ulq's run into a lot of oddities, but never a talking bird. Perhaps it's not that strange, considering the fact that it does have some... adaptations for avians.]

Is there no reprieve from incessant chattering, even amongst your kind?

[spacepheasant]

[Well Mr.... hairless... dead-cow... ape... thing- you have an undignified feather ruffling.]

Well excuuuse me for havin' an opinion!

[acardic]

[He seems amused by that feather ruffling, but you'd never be able to tell that under the linefaceing you are receiving, Spaceturkey.]

The opinions of your kind were far better received when they were meaningless squawks and chirps.

[spacepheasant]

Skwaks and chirps?! HEY! Now you listen here you big hairless monkey! You're pickin' a fight with the wrong bird!

[And he's just going to stomp right over and get 'chest-to-chest' which ends up being closer to... 'face-to-stomach', and size this jackass up. It is a lot of ego in a tiny feathery package.]

[acardic]

[Ego, however, is something Ulq is used to. It's so familiar that it is beginning to seem a little nostalgic. Instead of words, have a GLARE coming down from a foot above your head along with one of Ulquiorra's trademark SOUL CRUSHING SILENCES. Feeling the sense of impending doom yet?]

[spacepheasant]

[Impending doom... impending doom...]

[Nope. Not feeling it. Sorry.]

[Just going to continue glaring you down (...up?). Have fun with that.]