((A little later...))
Owl Olivia: 
Okay, Terry F*ckin Cloth, I agree to marry you and move to Riverton, but I have the following conditioners: 
1. You are the warshrag, so you’ll keep the house clean. You are used to hangin around anyway, aren’t ya? 
2. I will go out for hunting or else whenever I like. You don’t ask where I fly and I won’t make you eat mice...
3. None of your butt lotion buddies in our house, please!  
4. You pay all the bills, and we use your fees to get our kid a good education.
Can we agree on all that? Fine then. Here I am.  

(( TERRY CLOTH shudders as he ponders this Critical Plot Juncture.  ))
TERRY CLOTH:
&&  Uh-oh, OWLMA is one 
tough old youthful and blushingly radiant bird.  This ain't gonna be easy like I thought.  But I gotta make it work.  I don't want a be lonely and eatin' all 
pie by myself forever, gettin crusty.  I told JBB that I ain't sequined lame', and he told me he weren't no K-Y Jelly.  He said it weren't nobody's business but ours, but I know that everyone on this Thread had a pair a 10x42 binoculars on us until he capped up and I pulled my loops in.  And now I ain't heard from him in a BLUE HEELER's age, what with OWLMA's cousin, that STRUNG-OUT CARRIER PIGEON, droppin' out a the sky and into some 
TIMMY'S crack ... house somewhere.  

So I guess it was a one-tube deal we had goin on.  JBB sure left me with a Broken 
Arse heart.  And there is JUNIOR to think about.  Now that he's outta the shell, I'll be shellin' out owlet support iff'n I don't marry his effen mother.  &&
**  Alright, OWLMA, you got yerself a deal!  What you ask is fine, and besides I can't eat no mice right now.  And when we get married, I think JUNIOR should be the wing-bearer.  **