It's the Boor Chicken guy. Almost a year ago I hated walking past this hideous creature twice a day, but now that I scoot, he's only a merciful blur to me. While walking home in the snow yesterday, his cummerbund dazzled me into the place like a shit-moth. Next thing I know I'm laying in bed, groaning and greasy, chicken bones everywhere. Bastard.
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