The full thump of beating wings turned Knife's gaze skyward. "Ah, this would be my number two." If anyone else looked up they would see the massive bird-like shape approaching rapidly. With a thump and a small cloud of dust the bird landed. "Everyone, Doug." Knife said, waving his hand towwards the bird creature, "Doug, everyone."
The only thing weirder that the bird (and it was an extremely wierd bird, what with it being a touch smaller than an elephant ad black as midnight, with seven eyes and a weird combination of pincers and a beak) was when it talked.
"Sup."