I wish to complain about this parrot what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique. Look, matey, I know a dead parrot when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now. The plumage don't enter into it. It's stone dead. Now that's what I call a dead parrot.
Norwegian Blues stun easily, major.
I've definitely 'ad enough of this. That parrot is definitely deceased, and when I purchased it not 'alf an hour ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it bein' tired and shagged out following a prolonged squawk. Well, I'd better replace it, then. Sorry squire, I've had a look 'round the back of the shop, and uh, we're right out of parrots. I see, I get the picture.