012 ∞ VIDEO // ACTION

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[Nathan is standing with his arms outstretched, his right arm with five ravens perched on it, and four crows on his left. His left shoulder is occupied by a blue and gold macaw. Despite being covered in a fair amount of bird poo (his navy hoodie may not have been his best choice today), he looks pretty pleased.]

Hey, Captain Birdseye. Say cunt.

[The macaw, Captain Birdseye, just whistles at him, much to Nathan's disappointment.]

No, cunt. C'mon, man. Say it with me. Cunt!

[This time he gets a screech and a click. Which still doesn't impress him. He frowns, starting to get a bit irritated.]

Cunt.

[Click. Nathan glares at him, sulkily.] Fine. Don't say it. [Side eye, then he mutters under his breath.] Twat.

[Screeeeeeeeeeeech.] Wanker. [Click, click, click. And then he's cleaning his feathers.]

What the fuck?! Where'd you get wanker from? I gave up on teaching you that one ages ago.

[Birdseye ignores him in favour of cleaning. Nathan pouts, arms drooping a little.] How long is this going to last for? My arms hurt.

[If you want action, Nathan is around the city, charging at random people with his bird flock.]

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[What are those foreign words?]

... No, I don't. Now come on, tell me. What are those?

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[Much to the irritation of his birds, Nathan is gesturing wildly around his crotch.]

Vagina! Jesus. Please tell me you at least know that one?

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[He sees the wild gestures that he averts his gaze.]

It's not my fault you're giving it weird names!

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.... And what's Jesus?

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Those are normal names for it. Only complete twats bother calling it a vadge.

You don't know Jesus?

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Right.

And of course, I don't know what that is. I won't be asking if I do.

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Dude. How can you not know who Jesus is?

Everyone knows who Jesus is. I know who Jesus is and the only thing I paid attention to in Church was how likely I was to get fiddled with that week.

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Because Jesus doesn't exist where I come from. But, I see he's someone famous where you did.

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Wait. Does that mean you don't get Christmas?

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... And that would be what exactly?

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It's a holiday. Everybody gets presents. And if you're lucky, drunken sex.

[startraveling.livejournal.com]

[Ted sighs.] You're a real fan of sex, huh?

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Well, yeah. I'm a man. Why wouldn't I be?

[startraveling.livejournal.com]

Well, some men doesn't talk about sex quite a lot like you do.

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Those men are just shy.

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Or not as perverted as you.

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I'm not afraid to say what I want.

So, maybe I'm more open than most men. Doesn't mean I'm a pervert.