'Cause it's not my food. Well, this one ain't. [It's been taunting him. Siiigh.] A birdkeeper asked me to take care of his Pidgeot for a while and they, you know, "found" this egg. He came back this mornin' to check up on them and didn't want it, so. I'm not really sure that to do with it other than keep it around and maybe let it into the wild once it hatches and learns to fly. Or teach it to shit on bald people's heads.

[The Pidgeot are still here, mind, and they only trust Gold with their egg. If they saw Silver with it they'd have a hoot.]