'Strue - birds can't carry much weight.

"What, y-you, fly?" you say. "Ha! T-t-tell me another one!"

"What did you say?" the condor screeches, pressing her claw harder into your back. You wince, but keep speaking.

"You, carrying all that pork there? I bet you couldn't even make it to City Hall, fatty!" Ignoring her enraged screams, you go on: "Why, I bet that's why you've been sleeping in this pigsty! How about laying off them bacon cheeseburgers once in a while, Lardy McGreaserso..."

With a final screech, the condor flings you across the warehouse and into a stack of tires. The wind knocked out of you, you lie gasping as she stalks slowly towards you.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere now," she says. "I'm going to make this slow."

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