[Davesprite props himself up on his elbows.]

Man, I don't know what you're talking about. Just look at that plumage.

[Yeah, no. Juvenile chickens growing in all their feathers are basically about as awkward-looking as they sound like they would be. But hey.]

You just know when he forgets to turn his swag off, he wakes up covered in peahens. Looks like I get to live out my swag high school years through my fine-ass adopted son.