![]() Three times they invaded, each time with increasingly devious plans. ![]() 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.It wasn't easy. 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.I instantly knew what had to be done.
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