Magician & the Parrot

A magician on a cruise liner had a parrot who had seen all of his magic tricks repeatedly, and had long since figured out the secrets of each trick.

Some evenings the parrot got bored of his owner's growingly stale non developed performance and began to squak, ruining the performance. "Brock, it's up his sleeve...Brock the deck is stacked...Brock the rabit is fake," and so on.

One night in the middle of a performance, the magician had enough. He pulled out a gun and shot at the bird. The parrot bobbed its head and the bullet zigged passed hitting a propane tank further back. The resulting explosion splintered the boat into many pieces, and left only the magician and the parrot as survivors.

The magician swam to a piece of wreckage and pulled himself aboard, immediately collapsing from exhaustion. The parrot flew over and perched on the edge staring at the magician.

The parrot didn't take his eyes off him. After some time the bird rocked his body from side to side, and his beak opened without a sound. More time passed and then the parrot blinked, ruffled the feathers on his head and squaked, "Awright, I give up. What did you do with the ship?"