“Mother Hen, this is Golden Finch. I think they’re on to me.”

Foolish little bird. Did you honestly believe you could just waltz into a continent of Emperors and not be noticed? Did you really think none of my men would see you for what you really are? Pitiful. Soon, our plans will be complete. Our Orbital Ice Laser will not only refreeze the ice caps, but the entire planet will be a glorious Penguin Playland of our own making, starting with your precious N.E.S.T. headquarters. But do not worry about missing the action, Mr. Avian. Heh, you will have, as they say, a “front row seat” once that rocket you are so tightly tied to reaches the upper atmosphere.

You should’ve stayed out of this, Mr. Avian. Perhaps next time you will not travel so far south for the winter, eh? Now then, give me the codes to N.E.S.T.’s outer space security measures and perhaps your life will be spared.

Wear this shirt: while you and Morgan Freeman walk across the frozen wastes of Antarctica together.

Don’t wear this shirt: if you’re some kind of stool pigeon.

This shirt tells the world: “If I had known it was gonna be that kind of party, I’d have stuck my beak in the frozen potatoes.”

We call this color: Birds Of A Feather Flock To Heather Gray

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