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[Good evening chelonauts, tonight you are being treated to the fine sight of one (1) bruised and somewhat bloody Ant-Man looking far more annoyed than he has looked his entire stay on this turtle. There are scrapes and cuts all over his face and his mouth is a thin line that is barely visible until he opens it to speak.]

Heads up: if any of you guys see a rooster that looks like it's been fused with a telephone box, do me a huge favor and run, not walk, in the opposite direction if you want to wake up tomorrow with still ten fingers. [He hasn't lost any of his own yet but it's only a matter of time.] I don't think there's another one of these Frankenchickens out there but just in case.

[There's long-suffering sigh and he's about to say more when he immediately gets drowned out by the rooster rattling around in its makeshift cage and crowing its little cybernetic head off. At the rate things are going, that cage ain't gonna hold it much longer and then fingers are actually going to be lost.

Scott turns and attempts to shush the rooster several times, but since the rooster listens to him about as well as everyone else does (which is to say not at all), he finally gives up and just ignores the damn thing, pinching his nose in exasperation.]

Anyone have any extra bandages? And maybe a flamethrower? You'll get paid back in chicken patties.

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Yeah. [Short. Gruff. Ignoring that comment about fingers.] Give me twenty minutes and I'll be there.

You got a deal.

[Hangs up and heads to the location.]

[And Scott shows up some fifteen minutes after the agreed-upon meet-up time ~~or however long it would be before Colby would get up and hunt him down~~ looking a little better than he had over the console. He's got some bandages plastered over his face and he's toting a very heavily reinforced metal cage that looks like it's about to fall apart at any second, thanks to the actions of the creature inside.

He stops when he sees Colby, a disgruntled look on his face.]

I brought you your chicken.

[He hopes Poyo tried to kill you along the way for the amount of time you made him wait. Seeing Scott so banged up, though, definitely helped take the annoyance away and when he sees the pair he smiles.]

Poyo's a rooster. [And with that, he opens the cage, casually picks Poyo up and sticks him under his arm, no problems. Poyo even seems happy to see him. See, Scott? That is how you handle the bird.]

[You are a douchebag order, Colby, and Scott hopes you and your damn CHICKEN both get horribly burnt at a barbecue somewhere someday. Not that he lets any of that show on his face because lord he is not going to devolve into childish insults and sulking despite how much he might want to.]

Roosters are still chickens. [Okay, maybe he'll be a little childish about this.] You should put that thing on a leash.

[He may be a douchebag, but you're the petty bastard that stole his bird then dragged your heels to bring him back, so any and all damage from Poyo is all on you.]

Poyo don't do leashes. Now that he's away from you, he'll be just fine. [Poyo looks smug at that.]

[EXCUSE YOU there no stealing whatsoever, only protection of the innocents at the expense of his own face. Colby's words (as well as Poyo's dumb rooster smirk) only serve to make Scott a hell of a lot crankier than he is already.]

And what if he starts running towards some other poor person?

[Oh yeah, you're a real hero, stuffing a federal agent in a cage.]

Unless the other "poor" person is trying to stuff him in a cage or is a threat to national turtle security, I'm sure they'll get along just fine. Poyo may be a one-bird killing machine, but he don't do random murder, either.

[Some federal agents deserved to be shoved in cages anyway.]

Oh right, no murder, only mauling. [There is so much sarcasm in his voice right now. He crosses his arms over his chest and glares at the both of them.] Any other loose chickens around I should be aware of? Or can I sleep safely in my room tonight?

[So do some so-called superheroes.]

Poyo's one of a kind. I have no idea if anyone else has any killer birds, though. You should sleep with one eye open just to be sure.

Or I could not sleep at all.

[He doesn't get much sleep anyway, and this'll just be one more reason to add to the already large list of reasons fueling his partial insomnia. Scott gives Poyo one last lingering glare before refocusing on Colby.]

We done here?

Even better! [Big shit-eating grin.] We done here. Thanks for bringing Poyo to me. Good luck fixing all of [Waves his hand around, focusing mainly on Scott's face] that.

Ciao!

[And with that he heads toward the cafe to meet up with Tony, giving a little whistle. Asshole? You bet.]

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