What’s that, John? You like hummingbirds? You like to look out of your window and see them? That’s very discerning of you, John. You are a good man.
What’s that you say, John? You say that you feed those hummingbirds you see? You boil sweet nectars upon your stove and put them in a pretty receptacle, so that the hummingbirds may drink and gain sustenance, and exhibit joyous behavior? That is kind of you John, and right. Surely you shall be rewarded.
I’m sorry, what is that you are saying, John? Speak up, dear lad, so that I may hear. What is —
WAIT, WHAT?!!? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?! You say you were on a walk and you heard a hummingbird flitting about, and you turned your head towards the sound, and there you saw the hummingbird alighting upon its tiny nest?! HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh my God, John. Oh my God. It is amazing what you have done. You are a king, John. You are king of hummingbirds. The hummingbirds are all for you, now, and you shall be their king.