X: I may have lost some of the hair on my knuckles.
V: Do we want to know how?
X: With fire.
I think it speaks for itself.
V Maternal Unit: I must've been a bird in my previous life.
V: No. You can't stand heights.
V Maternal Unit: (after a moment's thought) Right. So I can't have been a bird.
V: Unless you were penguin.
V Maternal Unit: Not likely. I don't like cold.
V: What about a lyre bird?