A/N: Khan needs more love, and maybe an avian companion. So here! R&R, or be fed to the pigeon-owls in this here cage. *rattles cage menacingly, whoo-ing noises heard inside* Be smart. Don't get fed to the pigeon-owls, leave me a review.
Fourteen-year old Khan walked into the pet store and his eyes perused the shelves
A turtle?
Too ugly.
A hamster?
Too small.
A cat?
High matinance.
A dog?
Too stupid.
A Cockatoo?
Intelligent, and quite aesthetically pleasing. Perfect size.
He bought it and took it home, along with an instructional booklet, and "special instructions" from the pet-store.
"Hmmmm... aparrently, your name is... Jim..." Khan frowned. He didn't like where this was going.
At the mention of his name, Jim screeched at a level of decibels that almost made his ears bleed.
"KHAAAAAAAAAAAN!"
Khan moaned as he read the last few lines of the pamphlet.
No warranty, no refunds, no regrets. :)
How?
Was the only question that came to mind.
He knew who,
And he thought he knew why...
Next: Tricksters revealed.
A/N: Maybe the turtle was a better idea...