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Throw in some fentanyl for good measure!

Sssshhh, don't give away our secret formula!!!

Dude. We're not making fried chicken here. Relax.

Shit. What will I do with all those bloody chickens I bought!?

Dress them up in little tuxedos and test the mushrooms on them, I guess. See if they start acting sophisticated.

I like it. I could end up with a traveling show. Maybe I could be somebody?

Don't count your chickens before they've hatched.