[How dare you, Caesar. Flying is in his blood. You know, as far back as his father anyway. Point is, he'd consider himself a natural at this. The augment just gives him a leg up is all.]

[He looks over at Caesar with a crooked grin.]

Sorry, I don't know where the limit of what you'll put in your mouth is after the pigeon. [BECAUSE HE HAD SUCH A CHOICE IN THE MATTER??] Would you put that above or below the bug?