And so, in the second month of February year of our lord chadz twenty thirteen, the curse of the feathered ones claims another victim. All who have maimed the frail-boned bird will turn to ashes, dust at the feet of the desert phoenix.
In the coming scramble to claim the sandy wastes, who next will fall to the curse of the Pharaoh-King Partyboy? By beak and feather, empires will be sundered.
CAW CAW!