"What kind of a question is that?" Saitama responded, trying to -- very carefully! -- shoo the bird away from his ear before it decided to go back to preening. Stubbornly, it just hopped onto his gloved hand, and then back onto his shoulder.

"Are these your birds? They're really... determined... ahh, stop that!" There went the preening again. "My earlobe is not a food!"