A customer enters a pet shop. Mr. Praline: 'Ello, I wish to register a complaint.
(The owner does not respond.)
Mr. Praline: 'Ello, Miss?
Owner: What do you mean "miss"?
Mr. Praline: I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint!
Owner: We're closin' for lunch.
Mr. Praline: Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this Janeway what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.
Owner: Oh yes, the, uh, the Coffee Brunette ...What's,uh...What's wrong with it?
Mr. Praline: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. 'C's dead, that's what's wrong with it!
Owner: No, no, 'c's uh,...she's resting.
Mr. Praline: Look, matey, I know a dead Janeway when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.
Owner: No no she's not dead, she's, she's restin'! Remarkable thing, the The Coffee Brunette, idn'it, ay? Beautiful hair style!
Mr. Praline: The hair style don't enter into it. It's stone dead.
Owner: Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting!
Mr. Praline: All right then, if he's restin', I'll wake her up! (shouting at the cage) 'Ello, Missus Jolly Captain! I've got a lovely fresh coffee for you if you show...
(owner hits the cage)
Owner: There, she moved!
Mr. Praline: No, he didn't, that was you hitting the cage!
Owner: I never!!
Mr. Praline: Yes, you did!
Owner: I never, never did anything...
Mr. Praline: (yelling and hitting the cage repeatedly) 'ELLO CAPTAIN!!!!! Testing! Testing! Testing! Testing! This is your nine o'clock alarm call!
(Takes Janeway out of the cage and thumps its head on the counter. Throws it up in the air and watches it plummet to the floor.)
Mr. Praline: Now that's what I call a dead Janeway.
Owner: No, no.....No, 'c's stunned!
Mr. Praline: STUNNED?!?
Owner: Yeah! You stunned him, just as he was wakin' up! Coffee Brunettes stun easily, major.
Mr. Praline: Um...now look...now look, mate, I've definitely 'ad enough of this. That Janeway is definitely deceased, and when I purchased it not 'alf an hour ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it bein' tired and shagged out following a prolonged squawk.
Owner: Well, she's...she's, ah...probably pining for the DQ.
Mr. Praline: PININ' for the DELTA QUADRUNT?!?!?!? What kind of talk is that?, look, why did she fall flat on his back the moment I got 'er home?
Owner: The Coffee Brunette prefers keepin' on it's back! Remarkable Captain, id'nit, squire? Lovely hair!
Mr. Praline: Look, I took the liberty of examining that Janeway when I got it home, and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on its chair in the first place was that it had been NAILED there.
(pause)
Owner: Well, o'course it was nailed there! If I hadn't nailed that Janeway down, it would have nuzzled up to those bars, bent 'em apart with its beak, and VOOM! Feeweeweewee!
Mr. Praline: "VOOM"?!? Mate, this Janeway wouldn't "voom" if you put four million volts through it! 'C's bleedin' demised!
Owner: No no! 'C's pining!
Mr. Praline: 'C's not pinin'! 'C's passed on! This Janeway is no more! She has ceased to be! 'C's expired and gone to meet 'is maker! 'C's a stiff! Bereft of life, 'c rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed 'er to the perch 'c'd be pushing up the daisies! 'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'C's off the twig! 'C's kicked the bucket, 'c's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile!! THIS IS AN EX-JANEWAY!!
(pause)
Owner: Well, I'd better replace it, then. (he takes a quick peek behind the counter) Sorry squire, I've had a look 'round the back of the shop, and uh, we're right out of Janeways.
Mr. Praline: I see. I see, I get the picture.
Owner: I got a Chakotay.
(pause)
Mr. Praline: Pray, does it talk?
Owner: Nnnnot really.
Mr. Praline: WELL IT'S HARDLY A BLOODY REPLACEMENT, IS IT?!!???!!?
Mr. Praline: Well.
(pause)
Owner: (quietly) D'you.... d'you want to come back to my place?
Mr. Praline: (looks around) Yeah, all right, sure.
Owner: N-no, I guess not. (gets ashamed, looks at his feet)