It's too late, the pigeons take everything of the croissant and a few tufts of hair for their nests to boot before scattering. The pigeons dealt blows lay around him in a heap, unconscious but well and eventually hop up and trot off to find food elsewhere.
From the shadows a large eyed miniscule gnome wearing a chef hat stares until they blend into the darkness once more.
Just--- stares for a while. Pigeons being ...unconscious but well?! Tuffs of hair?! HIS HAIR?!
And a motherfucking GNOME, where did THAT came from?!
"...are y'all seriously gone bonkers today?! Is the the freakin' eclipse that made y'all loose ya damn marbles?!"
"Whatever man, i'm goin' t'bed until all the crazy dies down!"















