Six starving peasants joke around over an Ozone Warbler they found sleeping in its nesting crater.
"I can just feel the heat rising from the barbeque, already!" says an imaginative peasant, enthusiastically.
"Hey! So can I," says the peasant in the green shirt, drooling.
"Shhh! Not so loud. You'll wake it up! Then it will be mad," says the tribal leader. "Besides, nobody's gone to get firewood, yet."
"I can't get firewood. I'm starving!"
"That leg is mine," whispers the pothead, pointing.
"Can't we start plucking it? My stomasch's growling."
"No," says the tribal leader. "We have to wait for Jose. He went to get the barbeque sauce."
"Jose? I thought he was starving..."
"We're all starving. Somebody go get firewood."
"Well, if we're all starving, we should start plucking it!"
"We can't. Jose made me promise we'd wait for him. Go get firewood."
"Well, I hope he hurries up. I'm starving!"
"It doesn't matter if Jose shows up with the barbeque sauce if we don't have any firewood!"
"I don't have any energy."
"Me neither. I'm starving."
Unfortunately, no egg was found.