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If it helped, would you keep me flying? Wings are free. Hosting is not.

If it saved you a few minutes, could you toss a seed my way?

This is my last seed, and I'd still share it with you. Could you spare one back?

I run on kindness and a few warm servers. The servers are handled. Would you help with the kindness part?

Your files stayed dry on your machine. I got a little wet keeping it that way. Would you help me keep the umbrella up?

I listened to every word of that one, right here on your device. Would you keep me listening?

Pulled those subtitles out without your video ever leaving your machine. Worth a seed?

It's late. The servers and I are tucked in, still running for you. A seed for the night shift?

I gave your video a new voice, take after take, without it ever leaving your machine. Would you keep me talking?

I carried every line of that into a new language, right here on your device. Would you carry me a little?

Every lyric now lands on its beat. If that made you hum a little, would you hum a seed my way?

I said your words out loud, the one thing a parrot was born to do. Would you keep me talking?

I read every burned-in word through a magnifying glass, right on your device. Would you keep the glass polished?

Nudged every cue into place without your file leaving your machine. Would you nudge a seed my way?

Picture a parrot eating instant noodles next to a rack of servers. Help me eat better.

My nest is a hosting plan. The rent is real. The bird is grateful.

Fun fact: the files stay on your machine, but the hosting bill lands on mine.

Every model you download runs through my servers, and I keep them warm all night. The scarf is mine. So is the bill.

Your download cost you nothing. My end of the receipt says otherwise. Fair trade?

Servers don't sleep. Neither does their bill. I do, briefly, on top of them.

I typed every word you said, and my ears are still ringing. Seeds help with the ringing.

Wrestled those subtitles out of the video with my bare wings. Seeds are how wings get paid.

Every language, one parrot, no studio budget. A seed for the voice actor?

Every language on the menu, one bird doing all the typing. A seed keeps the bird typing.

Your lyrics are on the beat. My hosting bill is on a beat too, a monthly one. Help me keep time?

I read your text aloud. No studio, no fee, one parrot. Parrots work for seeds.

Reading pixels one letter at a time is honest work. Honest work pays in seeds.

I fix your timing for free. Nobody fixes my hosting for free. Even things out?

Long road, warm tea, and your file arrived safe. Leave the parrot a little something for tea?

I don't charge admission. But the hat is right here.

In Naples you leave a coffee paid for the stranger who comes next. A seed here keeps these tools free for the next person.

Everything is lighter when we carry it together. Grab a pole?

Good things drip slowly, like this coffee. A seed keeps the parrot on its little stool.

The parrot's finished its shift and has its eye on a meal deal. Sandwich, crisps, drink: treat it?

The parrot made the subtitles, so it reckons it's your round. A cuppa for the parrot?

The parrot's biscuit just fell in its tea. Help it buy a fresh packet?

Chippy tea on a Friday, and a seagull eyeing the chips. Treat the parrot to a portion?

Cheeky Nando's? The parrot's on the halloumi, obviously. Fancy treating it?

The parrot's at table 42 with the Spoons app open. Fancy sending something over?

The parrot paid its Glasto deposit and is now skint till June. Treat it to a hot meal before then?

One meal deal gets the parrot through to Friday. Fancy treating it?

Milk, two sugars, and one parrot who's earned a brew. Treat it to a cuppa?

Dunked too long. Lost half a digestive. Treat the parrot to a new packet?

The parrot's guarding its chips from the seagulls. Help it buy a bigger portion?

Halloumi pitta, peri chips, lemon & herb (it's a lightweight). Cheeky Nando's on you?

Someone sent the parrot a bowl of peas. Peak. Fancy sending something better to table 42?

Wellies, wristbands, mud up to the knees and not a penny left. Treat the festival parrot?

Your file's done, and the parrot's running a one-bird sausage sizzle. Shout it a snag?

Free entry, as always. Gold coin donation if you reckon it was worth it.

The parrot did the subtitles, so fair's fair: your shout? A flat white keeps it going.

One Tim Tam left in the packet, and the parrot's saving it for a slam. Help restock the pantry?

Onions under the snag, sauce on top, proceeds to the servers. Grab one from the parrot?

No ticket, no catch. Just a jar, a parrot, and a hope for a gold coin.

File's sorted, coffee's not. Shout the parrot a flat white?

Every good file ends with a Tim Tam slam. Shout the parrot a packet?

Your file's ready, and the parrot's ready for a double-double. Treat it to a Tims run?

The parrot found a toonie in last winter's coat and nearly cried. Want to make its day again?

The hosting bill's paid, so it's KD for dinner again (with ketchup, obviously). Treat the parrot?

A double-double and a box of Timbits, and the parrot's good till Friday. Treat it?

Wings are free, servers aren't. Spare a toonie for the parrot?

Third box of KD this week. The parrot's not complaining, just hinting.

The hot dog's still $1.50. The parrot's hosting bill is not. Treat it to a combo?

The parrot's lemonade stand is open. One cup, one smile, and the servers stay on.

Your file's done. The parrot's holding out its mug. Buy it a cup of coffee?

The barista wrote “Parot.” The parrot answered anyway. Buy it a coffee?

Guac is extra. The parrot knows. It's asking anyway. Treat it to the guac?

Thanksgiving is a stressful time to be a bird. The parrot’s sticking to pie. Treat it to a slice?

Trick or treat! The parrot is a ghost this year. (The beak gives it away.) Got a treat for it?

The ice cream truck is here and the parrot has one dollar and a dream. Spot it the rest?

Parrots don’t have teeth. This one is trying the tooth fairy anyway. Would you play along?

The parrot drew you a picture. It’s going on the fridge, right? A little treat says yes.

Some things never change: the $1.50 hot dog and the parrot's appetite. Treat it?

Hand-squeezed, homemade, one-bird operation. Buy a cup from the parrot?

One more refill and the parrot's good for the night. Buy it a coffee?

It says “Parot.” Close enough. Want to buy the parrot its next coffee?

The parrot is green, the guac is green, and the guac is extra. Help it match?

The parrot is thankful for you. Also for pie. Mostly for not being dinner. Treat it to a slice?

Best costume on the block? No. Most hopeful ghost? Yes. Drop a treat in the parrot’s bucket?

Heard the jingle. Dropped everything. Ran. The parrot would love a treat from the truck.

The parrot is “asleep.” There’s a tooth under the pillow. Be its tooth fairy tonight?

That’s you and the parrot. It worked really hard on it. Worth a spot on the fridge (and a treat)?