At least they aren't tickling you anymore.

Due to a combination of embaracement due to being plucked, combined with the feeling that you'll die from laughing, you decide to tell them everything. They let you stand up.

"You know, this would have been much more plesant if you'd have cooperated from the start....."

"I guessed. Is there anything I can wear? This feels really awkard." You try to cover yourself with your wings.

"Now why would WE have clothing? Featheres are much better. Well, they are if they are actually attached to your body."

2 other pyrots grab you.

"Wait, we have some tar that we could use to put your feathers back on you." The pyrots grin evilly. "I'll be right back." He then runs off to find some tar.

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