Squawk! Squawk! Squawk!
Charles will you stop with the squawks.
Charles you are being childish now.
I’m not listening to another squawk. I’ve told you a hundred times in this flock I’m top gull and I get first pickings of the tadpoles. Squawk all you like, I’m not listening.
Squawk, squawk, squawk.
Will you stop looking at me like that? I’ve worked hard to be the top of the pecking order. You are not helping me maintain my position.
That does it, go sleep in the reeds. I don’t care if it gives you beak rot.