[Swinging to grab back onto the pole with one hand, she rights herself, perching on top of the post for a moment. She cracks her knuckles... and then spreads her wings and booms:]
I'M GONNA EAT YOUR EYEBALLS!
HAND 'EM OVER YOU WALKING SCHOOL LUNCHES!
[If that doesn't do the trick, what she does NEXT probably will. With a clap of feathers on air, she takes off and swoops down at the pair, talons extended and an unholy screech leaving her throat.]
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Then sit back and watch the master at work.
[Swinging to grab back onto the pole with one hand, she rights herself, perching on top of the post for a moment. She cracks her knuckles... and then spreads her wings and booms:]
I'M GONNA EAT YOUR EYEBALLS!
HAND 'EM OVER YOU WALKING SCHOOL LUNCHES!
[If that doesn't do the trick, what she does NEXT probably will. With a clap of feathers on air, she takes off and swoops down at the pair, talons extended and an unholy screech leaving her throat.]