Regarding any incoming insultations about the breadth of my beak—after you speak, please come closer so that I may provide for you a not-so-slight peck on the cheek.
As well, if you feel that you can evade my response with a turn and a bolt, note that these wings deftly deliver deliverhead—much like a kick-a-ling-a-kicking colt.
Furthermore, exonumia offered—no mattter how shiny—will not preclude you from karma’s will, so accept this lens cloth and spray to aid your recompense of my bill.
In fact, a brighter day would be yours if you tried ‘insinuations’ as an alt to biting words. And, by that, I mean ‘in-sinuous-situations’—a sort of rococo massage of fancifully feathery flute-loops meant only for the most splendid of birds. ; )