Look it it hopping and bopping. So relaxed, jogging around me like I'm a bread dispenser. What's the point of it looking at me? It'd peck my corpse were I to die right now. It'd peck my healing wound were I to expose it. Fatass with small feet, insisting upon itself. Am I jealous of it being able to fly? Plopping down onto the pavement. No, I know well what a bird life entails, dependency on surface and rivalry with the vermin of the surface. Widdle-waddle. How fucking ungraceful. The form is too inferior for envy. Mecha are superior.