“Red!” Chuck zipped to his doorstep, feathers dull, eyes glazed. “I can’t… I can’t go fast. I tried. I just… I’m halfway through a ten-season pig drama. I can’t stop.”
He smashed the tablet over his knee, took a deep breath, and felt the sweet, familiar burn of pure, uncut rage.
Finally. A happy ending.
He looked at the ruined catapult. Then he picked up the hatchling.
And Red… Red felt his eyebrow fuse into a single, glorious, thunderous line. angry bird filmyzilla
Red felt it first. He tried to get angry about the rain. Nothing. He tried to picture the pigs’ smug faces. A faint flicker, then… numbness. He just wanted to watch another low-quality rip of Explosions 4 .
He pulled his arm back, the hatchling giggling in his grip. “We’ve got something better.” “Red
But then he heard a tiny, familiar chirp.