[He smacks the bird closest to him with a fist. Nero has no loyalty to the birds. The fork gets slipped into an inner pocket where no birds are ever going to touch it. Or at least, it'll take until he's dead before they get to steal it off of him.]
Didn't think this was how we were gonna spend the night.
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Didn't think this was how we were gonna spend the night.
[Smacks the next closest bird away.]