“Oh what fun!” you say, upon seeing a tiny zombie riding an adorable chicken. “A tiny zombie riding an adorable chicken! I'm going to skip over and pet it. After all, what could possibly go wrong?”
This, my friend, is what makes you a FOOL. Before you know it, you've been stabbed by the tiny zombie riding that no-longer-adorable chicken. This has happened to me at least 863 times, so you really should take my word for it. I know the chickens’ awful secret - it's merely a vehicle for the stabby undead. The sweet, innocent chicken you thought you knew is a lie. I asked Jens to tell me the unnerving truth about these feathery jerks:
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