As the kids dash through the pigeons, their parents snap pictures at a rate I thought only Asians could. Eventually the material becomes bland and they call for their kids to follow along into the commons.
But the kids aren’t having it.
They continue to chase the pigeons, jumping and laughing with outstretched arms and a look of sheer joy. The mom grows tired of this and steps up her parenting skills - calling off each individual child by their individual names.
"Hunter! Let's go!" she yells as one of the boys look up. But he still ain't moving, he busy following this one pigeon in particular - a fucked up one with blobs of grey feathers. I mean, if your name is Hunter there is no chance in hell your leaving here without killing something first.
It’s in this kids blood to conquer and kill. If his parents wanted a kid who simply folded and did as they were told they would have named him Bob or Jeff or something weak. Naming your kid Hunter pretty much means this kid is gonna go OJ on just about anything that moves for the rest of his life - including domesticated animals and dumb pigeons.
This Hunter character has a lot to learn. You have a code to live by - the Hunter's code.
So either kill or change your name to Scott.
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