If there was a raven or crow birdie that EVER put Wah off - it's a vain one.
So he blasts a lightning bolt upon it's black breast and watch as a small explosion appears to reveal snow-like feathers fluttering down.
Wah notices a crisp object amongst the scattered feathers and begins to sit down in peace - to enjoy his luxury of a crow drumstick.
That is.....until someone was not amused. He was very, very angry indeed.
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