The clowns surrounded the pigeon splayed out on the operating table; surgical masks barely concealing their engorged noses and caps barely keeping their ginger hair in check.
"Alright, removing top of skull now."
The little machine beeped and the detached skull made a distinct slurping sound as it was removed. With its brain revealed (quite a bizarre sensation), the pigeon's eyes went squint; one eye watching a clown and the other deciding where to look. It didn't like clowns and so rolled into the back of the pigeon's head where to its distinct dismay, instead of the comforting and familiar dark, it found another clown.
"Electro-thoride-anti-sphincter please."
A "phhzzzz" sound and a burst of smoke coiled above the pigeon's exposed brain.
"Done. He should find blinking cars quite attractive now... One down. Two billion, five hundred and sixty nine to go."
And so their long-term plan to eradicate bird poo and good luck from the world began...
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