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Meanwhile, after the apocalypse...
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| Greetings my son. Have you come to repent for now that judgement is at hand? | |
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| Wuzzat? Nah. Done losted my parrot squawky. | |
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| Umm...are you sure you have nothing to repent for? It's free... | |
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| Ah hold my arm out like this, case ol' squawky gets a craving for home. | |
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| Perhaps I could interest you in some ethnic jokes I heard once... | |
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| Squawky! I'll let you clean my teeth! Here SQUAWKY! | |
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