“Al, a nice man, a quiet man, a janitor, lived in one room on the West Side with his faithful dog, Eddie. They ate together. They worked together. They watched TV together. What could be bad?”
“Birds sang and brought them food. They ate. They drank. They swam. They sunbathed. They never had it so good.
‘So, Al, is this so terrible?’ they large bird asked.
‘What a life,’ Al cooed. ‘A guy could live like this forever.‘”