.....as we enjoyed our dessert, I began to get itchy. FLEAS!! WE HAVE FLEAS!! The dirty parrot has given us fleas!!! Treat us, CenterOfAttenious, treat us!! We need the powder!
The parrot refused to help,but suddenly a wierd looking man in what seemed to be armor and a tuxedo burst in through a window bringing flea power with him.
Growlithe the Street Gangster, knowing well and good that the flea infestation is rampant, began speaking an ebonic tongue, peering from a window.... "Yo If all o' those crazy whack ass billy goats gots fleas, ah be not going anywhere near dem! Hell duh hell yeah!"
The parrot as usual screamed and yelled due to her illness. Then the man in the tuxedo pulled out a gun and shot the parrot in the throat. Forever silencing the degenerate fool. He was thanked and given a gold medal for his bravery.
The parrot tried to lie to everyone and tell them he was the armtuxed man but those were pitiful lies as the man laughed.
Then a farmer comes in with his hoe (if its censored gardening tool) aka ladyboss the pig and they all live happily ever after