![]() Squawks, feathers flying, the smell of charred chicken everywhere. With a greasy finger I set my lasers to "extra crispy" and blasted off to intercept the fowl invaders. I dropped my half-eaten chicken burger and jumped in my cockpit. Invading intergalactic chickens, out to punish humanity for our oppression of their earthly brethren. ![]() They came without warning, squawking menacingly, their ruffled feathers darkening the sun. The memories still burn deeply, like spicy chicken wings.
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