Bob walks into a London pub with his parrot, Polly.
Bob confidently declares to the patrons, “Ladies and gentlemen, meet Polly, my talking parrot. If she can answer any question, who here will buy me a pint?”
The skeptical bartender replies, “If your parrot can really talk, I’ll buy you a round for the entire pub.”
Bob turns to Polly and asks, “What’s the capital of France?”
Without missing a beat, Polly squawks, “Paris!”
Bob, feeling triumphant, turns to the bartender and says, “See, she’s brilliant! Now, how about that free round?”
