Of course it was you sick fuck.
If I went 'round braiding dead pigeon's feathers then I'd never get paid!
( TFD is sporting this season's finest necropants, Mon 8 Jun 2009, 16:37, archived)

Was it concious?
Or a pet?
( Rev. Cleo still alive, Mon 8 Jun 2009, 16:38, archived)

It was conscious throughout the procedure.
Not a pet, I was just advertising my services in Trafalgar Square and it flapped up to me.
( TFD is sporting this season's finest necropants, Mon 8 Jun 2009, 16:39, archived)

Ah, how interesting.

( Rev. Cleo still alive, Mon 8 Jun 2009, 16:44, archived)