For record keeping purposes, thought I would copy the Marcos post here. Given that context may be lost over time, for background, references are to the stock Golden Eagle International, Inc., a gold mining company, with mining rights in Bolivia. "gotmilk" and "DougAK" are one and the same; and "Digrdoug" has a vendetta against Golden Eagle (MYNG). IMO, this is about the best satirical post I've seen on iHub.
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Digrdoug: Hello, I wish to register a complaint... Hello? Miss?
Shopkeeper: What do you mean, miss?
Digrdoug: Oh, I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint.
Shopkeeper: Sorry, we're closing for lunch.
Digrdoug: Never mind that my lad, I wish to complain about this goldish eagle what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.
Shopkeeper: Oh yes, the Bolivian Blew. What's wrong with it?
Digrdoug: I'll tell you what's wrong with it. It's dead, that's what's wrong with it.
Shopkeeper: No, no it's resting, look!
Digrdoug: Look my lad, I know a dead goldish eagle when I see one and I'm looking at one right now.
Shopkeeper: No, no sir, it's not dead. It's resting.
Digrdoug: Resting?
Shopkeeper: Yeah, remarkable bird the Bolivian Blew, beautiful plumage, innit?
Digrdoug: The plumage don't enter into it -- it's stone dead.
Shopkeeper: No, no -- it's just resting.
Digrdoug: All right then, if it's resting I'll wake it up. [SHOUTS INTO CAGE] Hello Polly! I've got a nice cuttlefish for you when you wake up, Polly Goldish Eagle!
Shopkeeper: [JOGGING CAGE] There it moved.
Digrdoug: No he didn't. That was you pushing the cage.
Shopkeeper: I did not.
Digrdoug: Yes, you did. [TAKES GOLDISH EAGLE OUT OF CAGE, SHOUTS] Hello Polly, Polly... [BANGS IT AGAINST COUNTER] Polly Goldish Eagle, wake up. Polly. [THROWS IT IN THE AIR AND LETS IT FALL TO THE FLOOR] Now that's what I call a dead goldish eagle.
Shopkeeper: No, no it's stunned.
Digrdoug: Look my lad, I've had just about enough of this. That goldish eagle is definitely deceased. And when I bought it not half an hour ago, you assured me that its lack of movement was due to it being tired and shagged out after a long squawk.
Shopkeeper: It's probably pining for the fjords.
Digrdoug: Pining for the fjords, what kind of talk is that? Look, why did it fall flat on its back the moment I got it home?
Shopkeeper: The Bolivian Blew prefers kipping on its back. Beautiful bird, lovely plumage.
Digrdoug: Look, I took the liberty of examining that goldish eagle, and I discovered that it's full of big fat white worms and the only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in the first place was that it had been nailed there.
Shopkeeper: Well of course it was nailed there. Otherwise it would muscle up to those bars and voom.
Digrdoug: Look matey... [PICKS UP GOLDISH EAGLE] this goldish eagle wouldn't voom if I put four thousand volts through it. It's bleeding demised.
Shopkeeper: It's not, it's pining.
Digrdoug: It's not pining, it's passed on. This goldish eagle is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late goldish eagle. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-goldish eagle.
Shopkeeper: Well, I'd better replace it then.
Digrdoug: [TO CAMERA] If you want to get anything done in this country you've got to complain till you're blue in the mouth.
Shopkeeper: Sorry guy, we're right out of goldish eagles.
Digrdoug: I see. I see. I get the picture.
Shopkeeper: I've got a dougak.
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