Perfect Gathering

The perfect 7 watched as I grilled one of their "cousins" for dinner. They were mostly silent observers with a few chirpings among themselves. It was a classic Hitchcock scene. Finally the grilling was done. The perfect gathering left, one by one, quite ominous. I will have to keep watch over my shoulder for the rest of the night. I hope Jimmy will be on high alert.
No, my imagination does not run away with me. Well, maybe a little bit.