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Opening on a pigeon, looking like it just flew out of a neon paint party, pecking at a sparkly snack on a rooftop. Who knew junk food for birds came with a side of superpowers? Next up, our feathery friends full on belching out a cosmic light show. Maybe it's the pigeon's way of saying, I ate too much, cut to downtown. And whoops, the pigeon's been hitting the gym, strolling between buildings like it's got a Godzilla complex. But hold on to your hats, our pigeon's not done. It's supersized again, playing peekaboo with the helicopters. Here comes the plane, launching a firework that's all boom, no sparkle. Boom goes the dynamite, literally. If pigeons had microwaves, this would be the popcorn setting. Now it's a ghost town with a sprinkle of post-pigeon apocalypse decor, not even a tweet in the air. Finally, where you'd expect skyscrapers, there's just a giant birdbath without the bird. Moral of the story, don't forget to feed the pigeons. Just kidding, please don't. Wait, wait, wait, what? This motherfucker ain't dead.