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That's right. My plumage is brighter than yours.
He isn't exactly a Bungie employee, but last year I was on duty at Cold Stone Creamery when in walks this tall, handsome crow of a man that I immediately identified as Yoozel, the grand drunk himself. Don't ask me how I knew what he looked like a priori: I've been around for a while; I've seen things (he has webpages aloft if you can find them). Anyway, I couldn't be completely sure of who he was yet, but I had good reason to believe it was him: he resided in Morgantown, WV, the town where I currently attend university. So, as he came through line, I hopped on the stone and started taking his friend's order, accompanied them to the register, and rung them up. First his friend, then the possible Yoozel, and what luck, he uses his debit card. What's the name? M... S...! It's him! I look at him and hand back his card, and for a moment, like the Buddha's first transmission of the Dharma, I met Yoozel's eyes with mine and we were utterly and wonderfully one. Then he left and ate his ice cream with his friends. I have kept the secret transmission to myself ever since.
This is a true story.