Your random evocation of Opus for the day.

No real reason.

George the Kiwi: ALBATROSS. Just be glad your wife didn’t leave you for an albatross.

Ronald-Anne: Good, George, confront your feelings.
George the Kiwi: My puny kiwi wings weren’t big enough for Delores. Oh no, oh no… she had to have AN ALBATROSS. With great big huge LONG WINGS. He was on hormones. You heard me, read my beak: HORMONES.
Opus: Uh, maybe we shouldn’t confront those particular feelings.

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