Puffing his chest out and crowing like a cock, he drew out his snickly-sounding long rapier, while lathering the whiskers before him in the blackened-back looking glass; "Cock-a-doodle-doo; any cock will dooooooo, but I'm the one for you!" rang out through the snaky halls of the grandiose villa, while in the next room, striking a chic pose, draping her long, soft feathery hair across her breast, she answered him, "Cluck, cluck, are you suuure? Paaaawwwwk, paaaawwwkk, c'mere, big guy!"