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Roast Chicken is running away from the cops, with his bag of 'goodies' he calls them.
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| Ooh, here is a goregeous young girl. Ooh, I'll get her to take my drugs then she can go to jail. Hahahaha! | |
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| OH MY GOD. It's a chicken with a bag on a stick. Yum yum, there's dinner planned. | |
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Roast Chicken sweet talks the lady.
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| Hey baby. You want some of dese 'goodies'? They taste pretty good bro. | |
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| Me? Hey buddy, thanks for the offer but I really don't want your bag of 'goodies'. Sorry man but i guess i don't want to be running away from the cops! | |
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Roast Chicken is thinking thoughtfully, when POW a cop is standing in front of him and they are at the police station
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| Huh? Oh God what's with the crazzy man? | |
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| That's right! I don't want to be running from the cops because I am one! Shame lil' chick, I've got you now bro! You're going to jail! | |
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