Proudly showing off his newly-leased downtown apartment to a couple of friends late onenight,
A drunk Maori led the way to his bedroom where there was a big brassgong hanging on thewall.
'What's that big brass gong for?' one of the friend's asked.
'Issss nod a gong. Issss a talkingAustralian clock' he drunkenly replied.
' A talking Australian clock - seriously?'
'Yup.' 'Hmmm (hic).'
'How's it work?' the second friend asked, squinting at it.
'Just watch' he said.
He picked up a hammer, gave the gong an 'ear-shattering bash' and stepped back.
His three mates stood looking at one another for a moment in astounded silence.
Suddenly, an Australian voice from the other side of the wall screamed,
'For f*#k's sake, you stupid Maori pri*#. It's ten past three in the f*#king morning !!!'
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How can I 'Soar with the Eagles' when I'm working with such 'Turkeys'!
I think I would have to take care of the problem! 
