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Phil and Don are crows.
Not crow-like, or crow-ing, Phil and Don are crows, they
are big, black birdies with black birdie wings with black
birdie feathers and they have little birdie feet.
Except, they're crows so they have big birdie feet, and
they have the same names as the Everly Brothers because
“Phil” and “Don” are nice birdie names, and because you
can't expect Phil and Don to fly around going “hey you”
just because they're crows.
So Phil and Don landed on the same branch of the same
tree which had never happened before and which is surprising,
given how much flying around and landing Phil and Don do,
and everything was fine for all of five seconds.
Then things took a turn.
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You're on my branch, Don.
So what, there's plenty of room.
Well that's not the point. Whether there's enough room for
both of us on this branch is not the point.
What was the point again, I'm foggy on that.
Look don't be obtuse here Don, the point is that's your
branch there. This branch here, this is my branch. That's
always been your branch. This has always been my branch.