The Squirrel is sitting at the bar in a pub drinking a beer while talking to Pilcrow, a crow that bartends.
This is a scenario I doubt we'll ever see. But I'd love to be proven wrong.
Thanks for the beer, Pilcrow. It's been a rough day of arguing about HTML.
No prob. It's a bar. That's why we're here.
I swear, Hixie's an egomaniac. I really wish he wasn't, it would be a better spec. If he just apologized and stepped down, I'd gladly eat crow and apologize for everything I ever said.
Sorry! It's just an expression!
Hixie walks into the bar.
Oh, Squirrel, there you are!
Hixie?! What are you doing here?
I've been thinking about everything that everyone has been saying. Maybe I do need to start trusting others more now. I'm really sorry for all of this. I'm stepping down and letting others get more involved.
Hixie walks off. The Squirrel looks at Pilcrow intently, making the Pilcrow visibly nervous.
Don't say it.
Do you have any ketchup?
Hey, I'm a squirrel of my word!