"Snitch," Sassy yelled from the doorway, "If you don't stop playing angry birds I'm going to cut your hands off."
Snitch finished the level and spun around on his computer chair. "You play it all the time," he retorted, sticking his tongue out at her for good measure.
Sassy met his gesture with a glare. If looks could kill. "You invited me here and now you're sat on that computer playing angry birds."
Snitch sighed and turned back to his computer, ending the game.
Meanwhile...
"Small, I don't think I can do this anymore."
The smaller bird turned and gave him a look. "Red, for the hundredth time, this is our job. Don't you enjoy killing the piggies."
Red sighed. "Yes but..."
"Exactly!" Small continued. "There's nothing you can do. Besides, it's not like we can buy ourselves a better place in the game. We're just a bunch of angry birds with no money."