"Oh, I just loove gulls. Gulls, gulls, gulls, gulls!" Max sung in a tune as he dumped out an armful of stolen seagull eggs into a basket.
"Woah! Thanks for the eggs! I think I'll have one right now!" His older twin brother, Mike, grabbed an egg out of the basket, and just about when he was going to crack it into a cast-iron skillet, Max interjected, almost causing him to drop it.
"NO! What do you think you're doing?! How could you possibly think of EATING my babies?! You cruel, incomprehensive fiend!"
Max snatched the egg from him and placed it on a tattered cushion.
"They aren't yours. You stole them. And Cayenne Island seagulls always track down their thief, and murder you with their flesh-tearing beaks! Put them back where you got them."
"Put, them, back?! Oh, no, no, no, NO! These are my family! And if you ever think of putting even one of them back, I'll feed your corpse to that same gull that lain those eggs!" Max then squatted carefully above the egg, until he finally had it softly cushioned between his legs.
"Now begone, family separator!"
As Mike walked into his bedroom to sleep for the night on his grassy bed, he heard Max mutter:
"It's okay sweetie, you're safe to sleep now. Nighty night."