This was actually similar to what happened in my fitness class! Enjoy!

It should have been a normal meeting. But, then again, the Civil War twins were there.

Everyone had just settled down. Ludwig cleared his throat to speak, but then Cade's loud Southern yell interrupted him.

"OH MY LORD, IT'S A BIRD!"

Indeed, there was a tiny little bird perched on a supporting beam in the roof.

"GET THE BITCH! GET THE BITCH!" Alfred was yelling, throwing his papers at the bird.

"Where the FUCK is my shotgun!?" Cade yelled, squinting at the bird. "Imma shoot it."

"You can't shoot shit!" Alfred contradicted, snatching up a coffee mug and throwing it at the bird.

"I can shoot more than you!"

"Fucking liar! What did you shoot recently?"

"Your ego!"

"Shots fired!" Matthew yelled from the very end of the table.

"Shut your bitch ass up!" Alfred returned.

"Aw, are you mad that I called you out?" Mattie leaned back. "STFU."

"Why don't you, Bitchtrap?"

That was the tipping point. Mattie pulled a bottle of maple syrup from his satchet and threw it right at Alfred's head.

"THE BIRD!" Cade redirected it up at the little bird.

Gilbert watched in horror as the Civil War brothers continued flinging stuff at his pet Gilbird.