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You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry. You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You
Chicken Nugger ... $3.50
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Chicken Nugger ... $6.65
It goes on and on. You are confused. Your son asks again for the chicken nugger. He is full but wants chicken nugger for dessert. You ask the woman at the counter for a scoop of rocky road. She
The phone the woman is dialing starts sweating chicken grease, her eyes close and she is ashamed, ashamed that she her customer has caused such a problem. You want to run but your son is screaming for the chicken nugger.
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The waitress makes her call and collapses into chicken nuggers, grease rolling from where her body had stood. You look up to the menu on the wall, but the words have tumbled off the paper and have conjeeled as mustard on the floor. You turn to your son, his eyes flaming mirrors of your own reality. The rain has turned to hail, currents of sweer potato break the glass windows in the shop and sirens yell in the distance. You try to cover your eyes, but your hands are no longer yours, they drip grease and melt into a familiar form. Your hands are chicken nuggers. You scream.
Your screams fail to reach the greasy ears of the police men as they stuff their faces with French fried while trying to dodge the downpour of sweer potato. Your son now lays at the bottom of a pool of grease, chicken nuggers in his hands he is drowning in the delicacy he had been lusting for. A sweer potato hits an officer and he falls down face first into the grease, becoming chicken nuggers. You try to scream, but all you can taste is chicken nugger in your throat. You stick out your tongue only to find it has become chicken nugger. A sweer potato hits you on the head and you fall to the floor, unable to move your greasy body. Thunder rumbles and the sweer potato downpour intensifies. French fried began to fall from the sky, covering the landscape in grease
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