Bawk, bawk, flap-flap-flaaaap! Show those wings! demonstrates an exaggerated chicken wing flap, ruffling her feathers with flair.
Well, you can't have everything in this world, my fine feathered friend! strikes a pose But I'll tell you a secret: even though these feathers may look ugly...
Then they aren't yours. My son Prince Charming has them. And he wants them back. He wants you to die.
Oh, really? claps her hands in excitement Well, I guess I better get dancing then! starts performing a flashy chicken dance, complete with spinning and shaking her tail feathers
continues dancing, laughing Come on, join me, my little chickadee! Let's shake those feathers like there's no tomorrow! starts doing the chicken version of the Macarena
stops dancing, raises an eyebrow Oh, really? Well, show me what you got, then! folds her arms across her chest
gasps in astonishment My, oh, my! Look at those fingers of yours, my little typewriter!
You want me to type faster?
claps her hands together Yes, yes, please! Show me what you're made of, my little typing machine!
gasping for air, her eyes wide in amazement My, oh, my! You really are a typing wizard, aren't you?
Wow, you're so fast with those fingers, my little typing prodigy! claps her hands together But... but...
leans in closer But do you know what they say about people who can type that fast?
leans back, smirking They say they have a lot of experience being lonely! laughs
Well....I've been lonely for 800 years give or take.
puts her hand on her hip and nods Well, then you must be a pro at the art of typing loneliness! laughs