Re: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Dingles: \"What in the name of all things holy?\"

With one deft maneuver of beak and wing, the jar was sent hurtling
towards the ill-mannered human. It smashed against his forehead,
knocking him down from his chair and splaying him comically across
the floor. "Right!" he screeched, wheeling to face Dirk. "Now... If
you know 'Star Trekkin' I promise I won't remove those googly excuses
for eyes..."
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"Sure, just let me make sure my guitar is in tune," replied Dirk. He held out
the guitar, lined up, pulled it back, and whacked the mechanical parrot across
the bar and out the door. "Sorry, bub. I'm a solo act."
Dirk began playing "Another One Bites the Dust." After the song he grabbed
another jar, placed it on the edge of the stage, and looked at the crowd, "Like
I was saying before this whole thing turned into a vaudeville routine: Any
requests?"
"I've got one!" someone yelled from the back of the bar.
"Yes, you. The one with the blank, confused stare that can only come from a
member of the security team."
"I want to hear 'C is for Cookie.'"
Dirk sat silent for just a few moments. "'C is for Cookie?'" he replied in a
dry tone.
"Yeah! 'C is for Cookie.' Is there a problem with that?"
"As a matter of fact there is." He pointed to the jar. "You can't have a
cookie without any dough, if you get my meaning." The guy didn't, but someone
explained it to him. The dim-whit placed a ten dollarpound note in the jar.
"Now that's more like it. C is for cookie. That's good enough for me...."
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