I see you have been haunting me on that other thread, and I cannot seem to get rid of you. It has been said that, in order to excorcise a poltergist, you must confront it. I have obtained an old KFC bucket, filled with dry chicken bones, and have sprinkled it with the feathers of young chicks, and with gravy. After which I chanted.... begone, Chicken... begone, Chicken... begone, Chicken, all while stirring the contents of the bucket.
But it didn't work, did it? 'Cause you are still here, aren't you?
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aren't you?
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Chicken?
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chicken?...
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~Mitch |
