art here i guess

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Mm, yesss, approach me, child. I am the patron saint of dapper snappers. Never you mind my noodle-esque physique, I am clearly a snapper at heart. See how my rump jiggles dramatically with every valiant thrust of my wings. Gaze upon this beak and know that it crunches only the most delicious herbed fish. Lemon and cod is for the uncultured - I feat only upon sprouted beans and caviar.

Yes, caviar. Eggs. Because everything tastes best when it is fresh from the womb. Surely your friends already know this. That is why they ask so frequently when your next mating cycle will begin. They're ready for an omelet, and it's your eggs that are to be the feast.

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