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Because as a Chicken Scout, it needed the Road-Crossing Merit Badge. |
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Oh what I wouldn't give to back in my nice, warm Hobbit-hole! I hope I never have to lay eyes on such a thing as that chicken again! |
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It had a cunning plan. |
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To take a load off.... |
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"Chickens? Chickens? We don't need no stinkin' chickens!" |
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Uh, chicken?!! Where?!!! C-c-c-ommander, did I ever mention my problem with small feathered things? |
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He was drawn to the road, and he didn't so much cross the road as the road crossed him. And once across, the chicken entered into a frightening void, filled only with the screams of a thousand agonized souls. The hands of doom reached out of the blackness, strangling the chicken, smothering him, suffocating him. He could not escape, as no one who crosses the road can escape. He was now a prisoner of the Cenobytes, doomed to an eternity of pain. |
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Urrrrrp. What chicken? |
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We don't serve their kind in here. Your chickens they'll have to wait across the street. |
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I suppose it wanted to play some darts. |
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It probably heard about my amazing medical skills not to mention my sexual prowess and came to get some pointers. |
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To be free as a bird! |
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I'm sure it felt suffocated by all the [BEEP] regulations of [BEEP] Starfleet and just couldn't stand it any longer! |
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This is a State Secret -- we have informants everywhere. |
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He can't stay here forever. Most of his friends have already crossed. It means so much to him. |
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(to the chicken) Why did you have to cross the road? We are your family. We raised you, clothed you. We are your father and mother. Don't force us to do this.... (the chicken squawks in mortal terror) |
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At that speed, will you be able to cross in time? |
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Ack. Thpppbt |
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Queenie: Because I told it to. Percy: To acquire a hunk of purest green Lord Flasheart: To DOOOOOOOOO IT! |
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Crossing the road is irrelevant. The chicken will be assimilated. |
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So that it could be SEPARATE! |
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To be reunited with beautiful grey-eyed Athena, the woman he has loved for all the time. |
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For A Bagel |
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Road? Where we're going we don't need roads! |
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To grab a Fosters and get away from the poofters! |
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To steal a job from a decent, hardworking American. |
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If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken nature. |
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What's up, chick? |
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I don't care what them there chickens do, as long as they stay on THEIR side of the street! |
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Fair Fa Your Honest Sonsie Face Great Chieftain O' The Chicken Race The blackened road 'ahind ye said Ye best run quick ere ye be deid! |
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If it did, it was out of the loop. |
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It could see the thousand points of headlights... |
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Read my chicken lips. To face a kinder, gentler thousand points of headlights. |
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The Cold War began with the chicken's separation from the other side of the road. It can only end when the chicken is on the other side. |
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Frankly my dear, it didn't give a damn! |
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