"What makes the pop of a mage's head so special is that I know it's a mage." It mimes squishing something approximately head sized between its big, rocky hands. "Squiiiiiish."

It take obvious relish in stretching out the word.

"I am not afraid of birds. I loathe them, and crush them on every occasion that I can. It would loathe them too, if it had had the experience of being a statue. Which it probably hasn't, being a squishy thing."