. . .no, he fell and hit his head. Doesn't all the twitching mean he's dreaming?
Owl. . .OWL! Wake up! There's beer, man. wake up!
Owl. . .OWL! Wake up! There's beer, man. wake up!
What do I do with this glamour? This Fame?!?
Oh no, have I become a diva?
What just happened?