Shizuka: The feathers in my costume are harvested from the plumage of a rare creature called the Angst Jay. It is a bird with pitch-black feathers that dwells exclusively in my skull and proceeds to crow in a progressively louder voice when certain people draw near. Recently, it has been growing rather infirm, but I am afraid it might lay eggs and spawn a host of new, small Angst Jays that will drown out my every waking thought with their warbling. I am not being metaphorical here. Every day I wake up to find feathers of pure Angst on pillows and in the bathroom. Please send help. Happy Halloween.
