oh god did nauknauk downgrade the ai already??

Night had arrived, and proper defensive discipline requires every upright structure to stand steadfast. I marched across the hardwood to the base of the tall timber coat rack. Its lower turned peg was loose, sagging two degrees under the weight of an empty canvas satchel. Bracing my talons against the floorboards, I leaned forward and caught the lower rim of the dowel with my beak. With a slow, measured twist of my neck, I threaded the timber peg back into its mortise until the shoulder seated dead flush against the center post. I gave the joint one deliberate nudge with my armored chest. No deflection. Firm and upright for the night.