Evidently seeing promotions handed out to her coworkers was grating on Molly French-Chikamori and she decided to take out her frustrations on Charles the Evil Chicken. This is probably the only time that I feel sorry for that demonic bird.
"cluck-clu-cluck cluck. CLUCK cluck CLUCK cluck...bak cluck!?" Charles pronounced as he glared at Molly rather disturbed at being awoken from dreams of torturing hens and chicks (you see, he's evil...right? It only makes sense that this is what makes him happy). Roughly translated to: "What the FLARK do you want? You sorry excuse for a meat-bag..."
Molly snorted derisively, "You want to insult me, you're going to have to do better than that. I've skinned tougher chickens than you...you sorry excuse for a rooster" as she gesticulated, her hands waving in mid-air.
"You seem to be about the right size for my stewpot. Which I have ready with boiling water. How would you like to go for a swim, right about now?" Molly snapped at Charles who didn't like the idea of being made into chicken stew.
"Of course, you would probably be so tough of a bird, we'd probably have to boil you for days..." Molly looked at him with an evil glare.
"CLUUUUCK!!!! (TRY IT!!!)" screeched Charles...as he braced himself for the fight of all fights - heck...forget equal rights. This was someone threatening his very existence - I mean, threatening to put the bird in a vat of boiling water and steaming the very life out of him. What could be worse than that?
Oh, it was on...
...and Molly got her rearend royally beaten. Nobody, but nobody messes with Charles the Evil Chicken. Not even Chuck Norris. Even Chuck knows to not mess with Evil Incarnate.
But...evidently, Molly wasn't that smart.
She came out the loser with her rear handed to her on a plate. If Charles was able to...he probably would have stuck Molly in the soup pot and made Molly Stew.
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