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Mr. Praline: "VOOM"?!? Mate, this bird wouldn't "voom"
if you put four million volts through it! 'E's bleedin' demised!
Owner: No no! 'E's pining!
Mr. Praline: 'E's not pinin'! 'E's passed on! This parrot is no more! He has
ceased to be! 'E's expired and gone to meet 'is maker! 'E's a stiff! Bereft of
life, 'e rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed 'im to the perch 'e'd be pushing
up the daisies! 'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E's off the twig!
'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain
and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile!! THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!!
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'E's suffering disembodiment, poppies and lilies are strewn about 'is domicile!
The Grim Reaper's paid a visit and put 'im on the wormfood buffet! The great kickoff
is in fifteen minutes and 'e's the ball! 'E's a fossil in the making! 'E's gone on
excursion to the Elysian Fields whilst conspirin' to remain under the offices
thereof and perhaps be reborn ephemerally in passionate lionhood! This beautious
necrotic Dickybird is expired! 'E's soujourned over the rainbow! 'E's schlepped
down the unschooled mile to the vet's! Vim? I motor to rest.
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