Peace be upon you, a lovebird, two years old or a year and a half old, speaks fluently. The bird accepts exchange. The last offer was 1400. The location is the Eastern Province. I have clear intermediaries. I swear I didn't film, but I guarantee it speaks in front of me, my dear. Peace be upon you. It coughs. It imitates laughter, it did it twice. It said Sultan. My dear. It imitates the sound of the Snapchat and Android ringtone. Kiss imitation. It stutters. And it says Ali. And it says come, come. And it says Beebo Beebo.