"The old poor buzzard -- wow! -- wasn't always right, because -- wow! --" (one of the flamingos kept trying to crawl up his nose) "he didn't know that...would you like to -- GEEZ!" (another of the flamingos had scampered almost the whole way up his snout) "would you like to --"
"You want some help with that?" Lemonade Drops offered.
"Hey, SHUT UP you," Sam threatened, straightening accidentally, pointing an accusing hip at the other, who remained unfazed. "WOW!" Sam howled again and kicked at one of the grey furballs at his feet.
He stooped once more to gather more flamingos but finally decided he had enough to do the job. He approached the regal Llagimcbylian and, spitting one of the flamingos out of his mouth, presented the half-full jar of flamingos to him in an ugly gesture.