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Once when I way flying I managed to catch an albatros in my mouth. I didn't kill it though, because I like my other forms of life. I let him live, but not before he chided me greatly for my impertenance of obstructing him in the first place
Albatroses are a bit like that, picky and pushy.

I just wanted to see if I could catch a bird on the wing.
Ok, so an albatros wasn't the hardest bird ever to catch, being a gliding bird and all, but I figured that the fact that I was flying too added to the dificulty.

So anyway, that started me on this strange lust for catching things in my mouth and teeth.

So the next day while I was sitting on the bus I patiently waited my chance and then managed to catch a bug in my mouth.
I think the people on the bus where a bit worried because they did raise there collective eyebrows at me.
I hadn't put my eyebrows in the bucket as I got on the bus, which is what they seemed to think I should do.
The collective eyebrows were raised and dumped all over me.

I like my eyebrows, I had them since birth, it was something the doctors remarked on as I emerged.
"My those are some big fuckin' eyebrows!" the doctor said.
"Yes they did tickle a bit as he came out." said my mother in reply.

So as you now know I've had my eyebrows since birth, and I wasn't going to search through a bucket of eyebrows to find mine when I could leave them on my face and they would be fine.
And when the bucket was dumped on me I valiently tried to hold mine to my face, but the presence on so many of its own species caused them to wriggle and squirm until they escaped me and joined their kin.
I was despondant. And when I'm despondant we all know what happens.

I turned into the Hulk.
Green skin and all.