Robert, or Bob, was a very, very strange man. Antisocial, he distanced himself from all other humans. Anybody who met him would tell you that something was…off. He always carried a pungent odor, as noted by many survivors. He also always spent his time nude. Never wore clothes. He repulsed everyone. At least, every human. You see, Bob had a ludicrously sized flock of dodos living in his shack. He had a…connection with them. People would note the strange noises they made as they went past the hut. Almost as if he was…talking to them. One day, somebody went to chat with Bob, to see if they could come to understand him. However, as they walked into the doorless doorframe, they saw a horrid sight. Bob lay dead, blood running out of his ears, eyes, mouth, and nose. His eyes were bulging, red with blood. It seemed there was vomit and…human waste…on the floor. A horrible odor punched this poor survivor in the nose. They retched and ran, as far as they could. Nobody ever spoke of Bob again.