They’re Coming


"Sir, they are chickens."
"What did you say?"
"Um, sir, they're chickens."
"Well then, how did they DESTROY MY TEAM?"
"It appears that they are robot chickens."
"You're crazy."
"Our scanners have confirmed that they are chicken
with an exoskeleton of iron."
"Well then, what do they want?"
"Umm, it appears that they are taking all cities and army bases."
Cluck.
"Did you hear that?"
"Yes, sir."
"Hm, it must've been an audio replay fluke."
Cluck!
"Again?"
"Umm, sir, it sounded louder."
"All my security cameras just went black."
"Same here."
CLUCK!

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Cluck.

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