You've had enough of that stinky cat and watching him play with stupid imps, you decide it's time to check up on someone else...
Egads, it's that stupid yellow-belly bird. What's he doing? looks like some sort of computing, but what of... nevermind that, you've got things to remember, like how you nearly dueled with him before you went to Mel Gibson's wet dream. You remember it like it was yesterday, well, it wasn't, it was 18 years ago, but it's still vivid. You remember something about him wanting to save the queen or something. Then you aimed your guns at each other, and then he disappeared, right before your eyes. You'd shoot the screen right now, finish the job to say something, but you only have a knife with you, and you aren't that good at throwing knives.
Instead, you try the third channel