(At the corner of the kitchen, there may be a man with his arms crossed over his chest, and his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, his head bowed as though asleep, whose shoulders begin to shake.)
The hawk spreads its wings, and flits away from the beam, swooping down fast only to boop David on the head with its beak. You idiot.]
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(At the corner of the kitchen, there may be a man with his arms crossed over his chest, and his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, his head bowed as though asleep, whose shoulders begin to shake.)
The hawk spreads its wings, and flits away from the beam, swooping down fast only to boop David on the head with its beak. You idiot.]