Like Me, Like Me
No, but do you like me like me? ’Cause if you did, I feel like you'd show your brilliant plumage more often—like, really make an effort. Hit me with that iridescent signaling! Then you'd bring me the choicest nuts, beetles, and even a worm or two. Don't forget the courtship dance to demonstrate your commitment to the concept of "us" for a full estrous cycle (as well as the precise location of your best seed stash). Oh, and to prove you’re really into me, I don’t think it’s too much to claw/peck that other male to death. Am I wrong?