at eigt pee em wowyung putt on hiz fiffty inch stilettoes and walkt oover to thee kitcchun area.
he stoopt. "who want sum kicken!!" he roard att the bois saated at the cooch.
miingi nowded his hed. "ME."
wooyooof starred at the othere bro beside hmm. "yoonho?"
yunhow noeded az weill, his eiyes on the televition. "mei took."
wook nodded at tem, than stared at the third wone nexkt to tha reste. "son?"
sam naurded as well, matcking the resk of the two. "i wan sum chikken too."
"saure, saure caprisan," woothung answeared. "i will maketh the besteth frid ckikten... eva."
he frooze acain, and then aaded, "coount on mei."
rite then, he entared the keychen to look fur the chickn.
wae are yoo my darest chikkan?, he thot, scaratching his hair. he scrached it so mooch he fared itd get yanked oof his scahlp!!!
he placced his hends oon his hipz. wher wus the kikken?
he cthecked the freezurr. no kikken.
the kitche counter. no cockken.
"wher is myy coCkArEL?" wooyongf narely yellt unto the skai.
he scremt at te toop of hus lunkgs just azz sumthink creshed thru the rooff.
it wuz meat. pinkish an jiggley.
thun it stud uppward, itz belley riche end juecy.
"MA COCKEN!!¡¡" wuyoold crid oout.
butt...butt thiz was his kiken no moore.
because thid chicen had a facr...
a FACR.
it smirketh at woonk, its loong thongue wetthan its laips.
"soap." it smirkdt.
wookyung wuz envioz.
what the faq.
thiz kkockken had batter hair than he did!!
wooyoooooung woz livid end frghtend. he grebbed onto yhe kniff on the ccounter.
"hei hei hei hei hei," the chickar said, holding oup its winks in dafence. "donut kill me. plz."
"ai will kill yuh," wooff arghkued, squezing his gripp on the knif.
"NAUR!" the chikn wimperd.
"kamcHAgi wAE?? WAE?" wooyunnc asked, becus he truly did nut understund.
"whY can i noott kill yuh?"
"baecus i am..." the cock frooze, "...yeosang heHeT."
wooyoung was confoosed. "yeosam?"
"yeosang."
"yeosnk?"
"yeosang."
"...yuhskank?"
the kikken lecked its lipp, inhaleng a breth. this humon waas testing its petiencé. "my name is yeosang... yeeeooosssaaangg."
woomyeong did not care no mur about wateva this chickens name whas. "i dont care no mur. im cucking yuh eitherwey."
"NO."
"YESH."
yeoplait jumpet to the counter, thisghs jiggln. "NO. i shall nut die but liv."
wooclung seighed. he was geting tired of this cacken's noonesense. "enouf!! its thym to dye!!"
yeosnac smkrked acain, and it whuz infuriatang..
"befor i die, jus one quesion."
woyo roled his eyices. "wat quesion?'
yeomama took a breathe, its asecheecks bouncin. "ah you Gae."
"i am not Gae."
"wHY are you Gae?"
"i seid I am not Gae!! >:(" wooyog scremt. "enough of this!!!!"
he ran to the chikkan and prepred to slicc it in half, put to his surpris, yeosine doged him.
"yeonas x!" woyu yelld. "stay style!!"
yeosangs eyis turned brigt red in anker.
it roard and fel on young's face like a dirtey stinkey moth. "for de last time... my. name. iS. YEOSANG."
woof yelled in pan wen lazers shot out of the cacklen's eye cockets.
"WOOoooYOoooN!" yunho scremt frum the livn rum, whilst migi and sat were wid-eyed in shook.
te three raced tuh the kitchen, but they wer too late.
BAAaaM!!
BaaAAM!
BAAaaaAAaAM!!!!!!!!!
yeosng the ciken had shot wyong to space wit its eyeses !!!
it grined in contentment, satisfeid. it placed its wingss on itz maety hips.
then it smrkdt..
"haha. heHeT wurld donimation."
