Previously on Boob Bandit.

I had killed what's called a horn screamer.

I put them in the pot.

These birds I was super excited about because my partners were like

withering away out there because they didn't have enough food.

It's the morning time.

We're all stoked. We're bringing the pot out.

I remember Matt pulling it up.

Complete cartilage showing from the center and like no meat.

That should be more meat than this, right?

Where is the breast meat?

There's no meat here.

There's six of us and one of us ate the breast meat in the night.

This is like where loyalty and friendship and family, this is where it is.

And that's like a family.

Like you don't take food.

That's like stealing.

It is a matter of ethics.

The mystery was never solved.

Who ate the tits?

The Amazonian Tits.

Who like the Amazonian Tuts?

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