@visceral,
A parrot walks into a bar.
He squawks indistinctly into the barmaid's ear, "Ge macaw hammer fom te bag n get this nail outa m beak".
"Did nasty Jack ban you and nail your beak shut again?", the barmaid asks as she leans way over, distracts with a gesture to the toucans while simultaneously ripping out the nail, and peeling and popping a grape onto the parrot's tongue.
"No", said the parrot but by this stage he was known to say anything.