Young Crow: HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY
Old Crow: WHAT?! What is it?
Young Crow: That kid, the kid threw a rock at me yesterday, that kid, KID KID KID THAT KID HEY KID HEY HEY HEY
Old Crow: So what, he's not doing anything now. Just shut up and he'll leave you be.
Young Crow: Let's kill him! Let's get a murder together and murder him. MURDER MURDER MURDER KID HEY HEY HEY
Old Crow: No, what? No, we don't murder people. We're called a "murder" of crows because back before modern sanitation and law enforcement we would get together and scavenge on the corpses they'd leave lying around. The term came from people knowing a murder had happened when they'd see a bunch of us hanging around, not from us killing anyone.
Young Crow: Oh.
Young Crow: Can I poo on him?
Old Crow: … Knock yourself out.
Young Crow: POO POO POO POO POO POO POO