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After World War 3 the chicken had become a source of knowledge to all...
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...And low, the chicken spoke unto thee...
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| I am leaving this place, for there is no longer a need for knowledge and peace. This is a town of hatred and mistrust. | |
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| I swear to god Im gonna bum this chicken... | |
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...And the chicken was right, this truly was a town of hatred and mistrust...and buggery.
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| Lets go chicky baby! Slap my Balls! C'mon FIST ME! | |
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