pie

Chickenza says he finds the lobster cutout frightening; steps on it with extreme vigor. Bird Flu comes back because of his contaminant foot. He knows the power he now holds over me, and jeers, calling me "chicken" when I say I won't eat it. Darn you, Chickenza! That's "fowl play."


After we captioned this, we died, so nobody will ever know whether the pie was good, bad, poisoned, or delicious.

The end!