Spent cartridge casings excitedly jumped

Spent cartridge casings excitedly jumped from the smoking port of the rapidly-heating M134. In a space of milliseconds, the four-door sedan was reduced to a chewed-up scrap heap.

demanded an eye for an eye and a giblet for a giblet. My rhodopsin was breaking down so I had to make a quick gettaway into the darkness of the coupe since the overhead light was

bad for my avian night vision. I scratched away the litter exposing the hole I'd pecked in the wall and ruffled my plumage squeezing through. The flock of conspirators was waiting

. We budgies had to stick together. I was concerned that Guido might be a stool pigeon. I caught him whispering to his reflection. Somewhere there was a cat with his name on it.

You had to stay hard to be on "the inside." A stupid bird like me never had a chance. I was a hatchling of the system. Raised in an incubator and cage my entire life. But Guido

and Gonzo had tried their best to help me fit in with the rest of the Muppets. Hopeless endeavor. I searched for another home, and I found a rundown shack in Sesame Street. 'Big Bi

rd's Big Brothel" for plus-size women. The other muppets and I whore up a good time, get drunk & steal a bus, then mow down some school children on a field trip. Hahah, good times.

Oh yeah, nothin' like alcohol and plus-sized women to get a muppet going. Elmo was upset, however, about mowing down the children, thinking he prolly should have watned them, but

o well. BigBird was driving the getaway van, filled w/the usual suspects, Ernie, Bert, Elmo,&Scooter. W/the blood from unsuspecting kids dripping from the van, they drove north.