Three cases of dark ale, three cases of light. Get up off of the floor, you lot of flying monkeys, straighten those hats, and serve some cake and ale and champagne. Where's the champagne? Oh. No wonder you were all asleep.
Sober up, and you, the one with the bent wing, off with you. Six more cases of pink champagne.
Sorry, guys. I should have hired humans. These flying monkeys hang about in my back yard. I was in a hurry.
There is a possiblity that my deck will be here today or tomorrow or Saturday. Yippee!