MAN: Hey, it worked... We’ve got three pigeons trapped in that box thing on the roof.
WOMAN: Great! I’ll be back in like, twenty minutes, then I’ll talk you through plucking and gutting.
MAN: I’m not doing that.
WOMAN: If you want a meat dinner you are. C'mon, it's the least I can do after you forces me to learn friggin' CSS. You'll need to get some rubber gloves and your least shitty kitchen knife... Oh, and some scissors, for the wings.
MAN: If I puke, it’s on you. Like, literally.