![]() Three times I managed to push them back whence they came, and secure humanity a few more years as the dominant species of this planet. ![]() 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. 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. ![]() "They came without warning, squawking menacingly, their ruffled feathers darkening the sun. The memories still burn deeply, like spicy chicken wings. "I remember the day of the invasion well.
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