Alien

The telephone rang and the lieutenant of police Timothy McDowell grunted. He put down his magazine, and hastily covered the partially-clad damsel on the front cover before he answered the ringing phone.
McDowell, he grunted.
McDowell, came the voice in his ear. I think ye'd better come overe here.
What's up?
Been a riot at McCarthy's on Boylston Street.
That's nothing new, growled McDowell, excepting sometimes it's Hennesey's on Dartmouth or Kelley's on Massachusetts.
Yeah, but this is different.
Whut's so different about a riot in a jernt like McCarthy's on a street like Boylston?
Well, the witnesses say it wuz started by a guy wearin' feathers instead uv hair.
A bird, you mean.
Naw. 'Twas a big fella, according to tales. A huge guy that refused to take off his hat and they made a fuss. They offered to toss him out until he uncovered, and when he did, here was this full head of feathers. There was a general titter that roared up into a full laugh. The guy got mad.
Yeah?