A BLOGO BY ANY OTHER NAME

BUFFALO: Wot a logo! Wot a logo! All the girls I've ever known have loved woodpeckers. Or is it woodies and peckers? It's been so long now. Anyhoo...

BIRD: A pecker made of pine even, hence the expression, pining for you!

BUFFALO: The Plywood Pecker. . . good name for a bar.

BIRD: Serving fresh woodies daily.

BUFFALO: Made my vanilla sundae, innit.

BIRD: And my raspberry cheesecake.

BUFFALO: And don't forget the mugs, thousands of them, floating into space.

BIRD: To educate and alleviate the asses.

BUFFALO: Quite right, Lee. Expressing our infernal gratitude to the Foxy Finn for immortalizing us in pen, ink and drool.

BIRD: And so she has. A blog isn't a blog without a good logo.

BUFFALO: A blogo, like.

BIRD: Egg-zack-lee! Aren't you the clever Buff?

BUFFALO: Well, I don't have a brain the size of a pea, innit?

BIRD: You filthy beast! Jeremiah, fetch my Hawkin gun! Take that, you cowardly bovine!

BUFFALO: Ouch! That hurt!

BIRD: Film at eleven.

BUFFALO: Arf, arf!