1:06:03
He decided to buffer them
with effervescent sodas.
1:06:07
The birds died.
1:06:11
Hey, Stroud! When you gonna
find a medicine for my birds?
1:06:14
They're droppin' like flies!
1:06:16
- We'll just have to wait.
- Wait?
1:06:19
I'm gonna kill 'em all!
1:06:30
Finally, there was only
one more buffering agent left
1:06:33
in his tiny arsenal of drugs:
Citrocarbonate.
1:06:41
He combined this
with potassium chlorate.
1:06:49
He dosed his birds. After that,
all he could do was hope.
1:06:57
- Three o'clock, Bob.
- Thanks, Johnson.