Tater detatched himself from his perch on Bakura's shoulder and took off flying to take a look at it. As he flew closer, he felt a strange, hollow pulsing sensation. Odd, he'd felt only a few of them before.

"It's rather strange, isn't it?" he asked. Only when he spoke, it was not with the high, squawky voice of a parrot. This was a deep, manly voice that was now improbably coming out of that bird.