[There's no speaking at first, just a series of taps before an odd, parrotlike--okay, not parrotlike, just straight up parrot voice begins singing.]
My birdie brings all the boys to the yard, And they're like, it's better than yours. Damn right, it's better than yours. I could teach you, but I'd have to chaaaaaaaaaaarge.
[The caller ID on Freddy's phone should say Angela on it, but the voice on the other end isn't quite hers. At least not the one he's used to. In fact, it's not a voice at all, but a bunch of numbers being pressed and some childish giggling.]
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