Hey, Hey Boyd...

Hey, you..boyd. Look at me. What you think youse doing? Sittin outside my window like Mr. King Boyd or somethin. Don't think I ain't got ways and means to get out there and get you...and eat you. Cept, I wouldn't eat you right off. I'd bat you around a little bit. You'd be like my own personal boyd toy. I'd pull all your feathers out just cause it's fun. I'd drag you into the house as a gift for my human. She'd be so happy. I could pitcher her face right now. She'd walk into the house and see a pile of bones and feathers and blood all over. I KNOW she'd be so thrilled. Who wouldn't? She'd pick me up and give me a hug and tell me "You are the best, Amos. What a wonderful present." I ain't foolin, boyd. I ain't stoopid like that cartoon Silvester cat who never gets the boyd. Cause the boyd is smarter. That ain't the case here. Wait...where you goin? Get back here, boyd. Well..you better fly away...cause it was only a matter of time before I figgered out how to get out there and get you...and eat you.