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Mimicry's the most ulcerous form of mockery |
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It rewards me handsomely |
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Don't kill the mockingbird |
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Two teaspoons of the old elixir! |
| [00:23.22] |
Magpie looks in the mirror |
| [00:26.47] |
The external world seems to disappear |
| [00:29.84] |
What exactly, do you see in there? |
| [00:32.72] |
Four teaspoons of the old elixir! |
| [00:36.41] |
Drunken birds falling off the balcony |
| [00:40.22] |
You got to flap them wings |
| [00:42.09] |
Learning how to teach your parrot to speak... |
| [00:45.09] |
A couple more drinks, hear the jailbird sing |
| [00:48.34] |
How a lifetime cooped up has left him cagey |
| [00:53.66] |
Repeat after me: I need to delete all history |
| [01:01.34] |
Some things are best left repressed |
| [01:07.97] |
Albatross necktie looks so dignified |
| [01:14.70] |
But you got to loosen it up |
| [01:17.32] |
Eight teaspoons of the old elixir! |
| [01:20.95] |
Drunken birds weaving through sycamores... |
| [01:28.64] |
How to teach your parrot to speak... |
| [01:31.39] |
A couple more drinks, hear the jailbird sing |
| [01:34.45] |
How a lifetime cooped up has left him cagey |
| [01:40.76] |
Cagey! |
| [02:01.20] |
I need to delete all history |
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Sixteen spoons of the old elixir |
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Thirty-two spoons of the old elixir |
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Sixty-four spoons of the old elixir |
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Night, night! |
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Night, night! |
