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| You know, I have that thing that chickens have that can kill you if you undercook me. | |
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| Please don't lie to me. I'm very vulnerable right now. | |
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| No fooling, cook me wrong and you're dead, pal. I'm just warning you. Kill away. | |
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| Is it worth the risk? Am I willing to die for a chicken salad sandwich? I must meditate. | |
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| If you decide to eat me, stay away from my left wing. I have a cut that got infected when I was cleaning the toilet. | |
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| Screw it, I'll eat the chair. | |
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WHEEE! HA HA HA! BOOGERS! HA HA! OH BOY!
