"Look, Enrico, don't push me. You don't call me THAT NAME and I won't tell them that Jolly Roger is the gay owner of the Pet Store you rode on the high seas! If you go back into your cage and look in the newspaper on the bottom of your cage you can read tomorrow's headline: SUBURBAN PARROT LOST AT SEA IN WILDERNESS, EATEN BY HAWK. So smarten up."

The turtle, who by this time had elbowed his way to the top of his box, sniffed the air, and said, in his slow drawl: "Mighty fresh air out here. Invigoratin'."
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