My head was pounding; it felt like two elephants

My head was pounding; it felt like two elephants playing ping-pong on my forehead. I had the television tuned to CNN, but nobody mentioned anything about the bank heist.

Apparently, it had happened early that morning. No one was hurt but it sure sent a wave of panic across the town.

The mayor graced the town with his presence to determine the cause of the incident. It appeared the town was still shook up about the attack of the killer parrots. A lone parrot sq

squeaked by security -nevermind how- and lived undercover for weeks with a kindly woman named Greta, who took the parrot under her wing. The parrot didn't seem ferocious at first.

But the wing was. No not Greta's wing the wing of the parrot it was probably possessed. The parrot was then taken to an elderly woman who claimed to have knowledge about magic and

really might have but it didn't prevent her from having her throat ripped out by a parrot's possessed wing. That woman wouldn't be getting any older now. Entropy is a joy to watch.

I wasn't allowed to watch entropy at all. I had to be concerned with what the parrot's possessed wing did next. The poor parrot it was attached to was in a full panic mode, frozen

the parrot had summoned him. Stuart the Avian Exorcist got to work, approaching the possessed parrot with a crucifix. “What is thy name, demon?” “SQUAWK! Linda Blair! Linda Blair!"

Shortly after, Stuart's assistant arrived panting & handed him a folder: "# 237, like you asked. Secret incantation?" "No. The reviews for Savage Streets." "I'm outa here! SQUAWK!"