11.19

Whichever one of you moves first is likely to get a mouthful at a speed you're unlikely to enjoy, and it'll be a meal from a top-rate chef deluxe au pain you'll need an infinite dirt nap to sleep off, no bread involved, but it will certainly cut your mustard and no mistake. Don't even think about trying to squawk on one of your bird-brained compatriots to get on my food side, cause you crackers won't do me or my ruffled feathers any good anyhow: I don't have a good side; there's a devil on both shoulders, which doesn't leave much room for parrots even though my inner demons do tend to parrot each other. I'm saying that if you try to cross me, you'll wish my name was Goldilocks because I'm likely to make you too hot quite suddenly and too cold for too long and I'm afraid you'll never be all right again.