RacehorsesRock
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- Jul 23, 2017
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"Really, you care that much about a chicken?" he said.No-name heard someone talk bad about chickens and screamed.
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"Really, you care that much about a chicken?" he said.No-name heard someone talk bad about chickens and screamed.
The Rooster hopped on No Name's shoulder, retracting his spurs."Really, you care that much about a chicken?" he said.
Dryden shook his head and pulled his phone out, checking the time, also noting another message from Char. He clicked on it:The Rooster hopped on No Name's shoulder, retracting his spurs.
She marched out of the woods. Obviously he had not heard of the ancient meme, so she ignored the fact she had tried to make a joke for once in her life. Striding into the clearing, she put her hands on her hips. "Forget the chicken. I had to ditch Firestein's King Air because you left at the exact wrong time. Where were you?""Really, you care that much about a chicken?" he said.
"Collecting a group for Firestein. That's a bit important, wouldn't you say?" He said.She marched out of the woods. Obviously he had not heard of the ancient meme, so she ignored the fact she had tried to make a joke for once in her life. Striding into the clearing, she put her hands on her hips. "Forget the chicken. I had to ditch Firestein's King Air because you left at the exact wrong time. Where were you?"
The Rooster turned his head and made a gong sound . Firestein. He didn't like that guy. His pupils changed shape as he zoomed his vision on Dryden. He didn't like that guy. He hopped off of No Name's shoulder. Did she work for Firestein too? His spurs came out with a shing! sound. His eyes studied each like chameleon eyes. He stretched his legs, and flapped his wings."Collecting a group for Firestein. That's a bit important, wouldn't you say?" He said.
Dryden raised an eyebrow at the chicken. "I see the chicken wants to end up at KFC, ay?"The Rooster turned his head and made a gong sound . Firestein. He didn't like that guy. His pupils changed shape as he zoomed his vision on Dryden. He didn't like that guy. He hopped off of No Name's shoulder. Did she work for Firestein too? His spurs came out with a shing! sound. His eyes studied each like chameleon eyes. He stretched his legs, and flapped his wings.
"Yeah, well, it was a personal mission, okay?" He argued.She curled her lip, "No, you had a mission. Here. Firestein has his goonies to take care of stuff."