Well listen up, the kiddo we’re going to steal is that lil baby bird you stole, then sold, then you decided to be cootie buddies with that one Apollo who brought the egg, and then someone tossed it on the floor and it hatched. I believe that bird is the reincarnation of the poetnix! We’ll have a diddly darn easier time keeping peace if we have the birdy of peace on our side. Maybe we can even kil- I mean, put it to sleep and take its power!