Gary: It’s still moving, Jimmy.
Jimmy: It’s not an it.
Gary: Well, I don’t know its sex so I can’t say, ‘She’s still moving, she’s about to die’
Jimmy: You could just say what it is, ‘The crow is twitching and about to die’
Gary: That’s no better. Imagine someone going, ‘Look at the human twitching…’
Jimmy: They wouldn’t, because they know my sex. They’d go, ‘Look at HIM twitching, about to die’.
Gary: Why would they know your sex? We don’t know the sex of the crow.
Jimmy: I think it’s going to die soon. Its eyes are going funny.
Gary: See, there you go, you called it it…
Jimmy: Let’s just take it to the vet.
Gary: The crow, you mean? We, me and you, his and his, shall take the crow, be it he or she, to the vet before it dies on us.
Jimmy: Gary, it’s dead. The crow is dead.
