Buk Buk Bukok
The Gallus took notice of a pan-universal incurstion taking place at an Ice Cap, the hens are at unrest while the cocks are louder. Experimentation, experimentation, and Buck is looking through the eye of a blue penguin. Naked in a dark room with only one television set in front of him, his entire body lubricated with frying oil as a mysterious hand pours a pan of boiling oil down his cloaca. It tingles to have hot oil bubbling on his genitalia, he watches as there seems to be a violent shaking on one corner of the room. It was a british gentleman, blond hair and blue eyes. The good chap tried to replace General Ander's food chains with a healthy alternative to stop obesity in America and England, but such new way of thought cannot do as Buck is the prophet to carry out Genera Ander's chicken manifesto.
So the man has been fed with a few cuts of his own flesh mixed with Buck's, a bucket of nuggets or he is forced to watch his children get eaten by a pack of wild roosters. He complied after having seen his wife broken into insanity with three words. From his eyes, now focused on the television as the violent shaking in the background is accompanied by a clucking sound. One of the men seems to be that of an overweight Rikishi, this fascinates him to think of what kinds of 'products' that he would want to try on that blob of a man. Meanwhile the sound in the background turned into wet thumps accompanied by whimpered cries. A bloodied hand enters the light with a meat cleaver and an amputated ankle, showing the progression of scales from tumours.
"I have dealt with that clown, and his goonies. I will move on to you and the rest of your 'culinary' world then I shall expand the manifesto over to the 'other' side" Hubris cloyed the heart of the chicken. It was pride that made him care, normally it is he who plans incursions abducting children as humans would pluck eggs out the nest of hens. Sometimes he would boil them alive only to return them into their beds for their parents to notice later on. As humanoid chicken he gets off on 'despair' and has a newfound habit of driving beings into such a state, whether it is to lick the tears directly from their eyes or just to simply watch an upstanding hero break down into a catatonic state. It is the best form to process humans, who think to the the highest thing on the food chain. It is an illusion as they too will get turned into nuggets, as the manifesto is everywhere.
He gets up, and the lights went off.