"Abe, dahlink, vat you tink of my new outfit? I'm a falcon, Abe, and here you thought I vas a culture-vulture!"

"Well, nah, Ms. Gourmet, you ain't no culture-vulture" said Abe, doing his best Gnarley impersonation, "and I sure ain't no dial-up-link. I ain't no Abe, either, I'm Gnaaaar-ley Davidson. I come rigged up here on my American bald eagle but sure as the devil does his demon duty, I'm ripping through this here electrosphere on 750 catalyst-converters, all of 'em 'specially designed by my mechanic, Mr. Sig-Monde Fried Couch Potato. Whachoo think of my gear here?"

"Ah! Gnarley! Dahlink! I think you look vunderbar! You're such a good talker! You could have been a lawyer!"

"Is this some kinda bad chirp-trick?"

As soon as Abe said this, the name on the falcon's forehead changed to Natasha Chirptrik.