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Man with scars on face: That was the dumbest fucking shit I've ever heard.
Punk with Pink hair: And now, it will be the dumbest fucking shit you've ever done!
The scarred man's death glare falls flat because of the myriad branches coming out of his head, hastily glued together with duct tape like the others all over his body. The punk just laughs and hard- but is soon slapped shut by the cop.
Smelly Beggar: You idiot! The parrot!
They all look at it from the tall trees behind the restaurant, the ones they had to climb by hand; the parrot is still pecking at the piece of popcorn Rin flung near it.
Passerby: Alright, let's take our chances. Climb there, get the parrot on your head, and then we'll take turns passing it down to the one below. Don't shake it too much. All in position?
Smelly Beggar: All ready!
ع Rin: Ready here.
Man with scars on face: Shit. Fuck.
But he does. The scarred man dressed like a tree, likely an ex-yakuza scorned by society, gritting his teeth through the five-year yakuza clause, jumps from the tree to the roof of the restaurant so hard that he ends up rolling because of the momentum-
but he stops himself short just in front of the parrot.
Parrot: PARROT!
Bleeding, angry, but with a mission, the man bends his head forward as if bowing. He's showing the red and blue bird the branches with almond glued to them with honey.
The bird steps on the tree-like helmet.
ع Rin: YYYYESS!!
Punk with Pink Hair: SHHHHH!!!
Cop: ...step two! ...step two!
It's pecking away at the tasty food, as the obvious criminal slowly crawls across the roof to where the trees are. The punk has to bend forward enough to almost fall off his tree, stretching his arm hard towards the helmet as a drop of sweat fall from his nose into the far ground below-
but he manages to take it. The parrot is still there.
Gritting his teeth, he hands it over to the cop below, who hands it over to the beggar, who hands it to the passerby, who then gives it to Rin who waits for the punk to come down again.
Man with scars on face: Damn. There's too many people. Go! Don't waste time!
Cop: But what about you?!
Man with scars on face: I'll buy us some time! Move you fuckers!
Punk with Pink hair: No! We won't leave you behind!
Left on the roof of the restaurant, he takes out a small black flask and drinks hard from it. Standing on the ledge, he clears his throat.
Man with scars on face: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! It's time for forest karaoke!
He starts singing, and he sings horribly; but people stop to look. People gather; as Rin and the rest sneak from behind the shops, making their way across the humid gaps between the trees and the back of the shops. Rin, carrying the helmet with the branches with the parrot, runs behind everyone else.
