"Under all of those feathers you're more or less a twig. Have you ever seen a featherless owl?" No damn meat and taste like shit because of whatever the hell diet he could subsist of. Rolling with that, too.

Everyone in this place had a house, but not everyone lived in those houses; he suspected that Reaper would do something akin to what he was, but still not someone to leave space wasted. "Be more surprised if you wouldn't taste like something gone off on top of that."