DePeter's batted him away. "What the hell," he said. "Stop trying to fly around like an idiot, then!"
The parrot looked back at him. He had never been insulted like this. By a woman, face-on.
"Oh really?" said the Parrot. "You going to try and approach some kind of 'permission' with us? It nodded at the room that the deceased had inhabited.
"You're just a bad drunk, and you can't even fly," said the parrot.
DePeter's checked frantically into his cellphone, trying to find an SPCA.
Amidst his drunken state, he realized that all the animals had to be put into the right place.
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