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And so he told his story...
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| I... Am Chicken McCoy the Junior, descendant of Rooster McCoy the Shifter | |
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| I don't know any of thoes people! | |
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Apparently he was a prince!
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| Of course you don't, we live in the land of McCoyshe where I am a prince... | |
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| A prince? Awesome, can you give me some mon- | |
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But even of royalty, he was not welcome in his own home.
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| -No! Yes, I'm a prince... But a prince... Of Rebellion. Or at least that's what they like to call me.. | |
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