"I guess, with all the yellow and red..." Saitama finally scooped the nibbling bird up -- carefully -- in one gloved hand and held it in front of his face. "Why are you trying to eat my ear?"

"My earlobe is not a food!" the bird mimicked, not at all bothered by being held like this.

"That's what I said! Here," he held out his hand toward Sanzo, "take it back. It's defective."