Pigeons

Nothing as evil. There's something fundamentally spooky about pigeons, the way they bob around pretending that nothing evil's going on when in fact they're epitome of a Goetia club bbq in a New South Wales summer.

Some weeks ago a gang of the hateful creatures proudly strutted up to me without the usual jumpiness exhibited around something up the food chain. There must be some sort of plasmid exchange going on between this seed-brained species cluster and a particularly canny strain of P. syringe lurking in some sludgy and moss covered control room somewhere around the North sea. The horde only began to react as I raised the half-kilo meat tenderizer I had just purchased for such occurences on high. Byron was right, there's much to worry about....Google's pigeons are out there....