"Rupert Rupert save time for a cracker soup taking these shoes on
holiday" you say. "Peeling off traffic berating Nerys" replies the pigeon.
You begin to wonder if all this gobbledygook has a hidden message.
"Message?" you ask, and slowly you feel your and the pigeon's spirit become as one. Chirping merrily to yourself, you begin to strut up and down in search of stale bread, old bacon rinds or some other delicacy. Out of the corner of your eye you notice a trail of hamburger crumbs leading out of the room. You begin to follow the trail eating the crumbs as you go.