Hang on, there's a penguin in the second room of the infinite hotel that won't move up a room. That means you can factor flightless avians with infinity.
The other day I was walking (step step step) past the church bells (Dong dong dong) when I noticed the cars (Vrooom vroom) had all stopped and it was quiet. (chirp chirp chirp)
The key thing is that you have to stop, y'know, believing in them. After that they just fly away, your negative thoughts, like, like... birds, or something.
Aww, fellas. I'm drinking grape juice I put sake in (here we fondly call it a Grapedriver, for reasons that make no sense at all). Slightly, we're here now, no need to be lonesome. Late shifty shnoogles reign supreme over all other digital shnoogles.
