There once was a talking parrot named Norman.

There once was a talking parrot named Norman. I mean he could really talk. He wasn't just repeating things he'd heard. Now the funny thing was Norman was owned by a linguist who

couldn't talk. Day after day, he studied everything to do with language without being able to engage in it himself. He relied on Norman the parrot to speak for him.

Which was beyond frustrating because Norman the talking parrot had a ferocious stutter. By the time Norman related what needed saying most listeners were over their fascination

with life in general. The owner was about to put Norman the stuttering parrot down when Dr. Dre moved in next door. The Parrot's stutter created Platinum Record rhythms

that hypnotized any one who listened to it. The hypnotized people would do anything Norman the parrot said. Dr. Dre taught the parrot to say anything he wanted, so

when Dr.Dre was accidentally hypnotized by his pupil NormanD.Parrot,it created a loop.A vicious circle of

"SquarkBoomDatWizzzSquarkBooomDatWizzz" over the microphone. The crowd just assumed it was beat boxing but Dr. Dre knew better. He pulled the plug and

the static ended leaving a dull, silent emptiness hanging over the audience. Panicked Dr. Dre rummaged in his pockets for his bottle of pills.

There? No,not there. Here? No, not here.That? No, that's my rubber chicken. Dr. Dre's hands kept searching his pants pockets for his pills. He didn't find them, but relief came

when the jimmies were rustled and his withdrawal permanently put him into a comatose state of shock. Now it was his turn to be molested in a hospital gown. His turn, at last.