FOOD FIGHT!

PP scoops a little eg off his head and departs to find an ostrich nest box... *Must be the size of a Hummer, he thinks*.... He casually flings something he picked from his nose over his shoulder as he leaves, hoping the chooks will come home to roost at dusk or when full.
 
After then chickens attacked me because I had "yummy" rotten, smelly tomatoes on my face, I throw a bagel with cream cheese and sardines on top at people who hit me with the tomatoes.
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