We had a deal.

George Costanza once said, "Don't we have a deal with the pigeons?" Does this surly sewer rat with wings look like he's held up his end of a bargain in his filthy life? No, I tell you. Or does he look like the kind of feathered bastard that would shit on you with the reckless abandoned? Yes he would. This filthy vermin has probably been bathing in old motor oil puddles in the street, feeling safe because of our "deal." He probably contracted herpes of the beak philandering with creatures of the night and now expects to have dibs on my pastrami sandwich before I'm even done! At least panhandlers have the decency to ask. But not you pigeon, you feel your filth entitles you. You've turned our cities into war zones. Every ledge, archway and rooftop must be spiked for our own protection. For these reasons and many more I say FUCK YOU PIGEON!