Bobert ain't got no chicken flu -- he's got ahold of our leg and he's gonna pullet. He's just egging us on, doin' a reality chick, see if we're as hard shell as we appear to be. He'll gather us up, but he's really a nest guy when you get to know him. But he's just wingin' it, tryin' to create big flap and see if we show the white feather, ya know?