Permently silenced

*Hey, we can communicate telepathically!* you think to Fred.

*That may be so, but we still need to get these things off our beaks.* replies Fred, trying to shake his rope gag off.

*But how?* you ask *We don't have hands anymore!*

*We'll just have to make do with what we have* thinks Fred.

The both of you get into a scramble, trying to remove each other's gag with your beaks and webbed feet. All you manage to do is get in a tangled heap, feathers flying everywhere.

*Now what do we do?* thinks Fred, the rope preventing him from gasping. *These things aren't coming off!*

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