Narrator: It was just like any other day Clucky was at one of the tables after a big day, everything was going great, until it crossed his mind.
Clucky: What if I eat the chicken I made? (Thinking). I always saw how others ate chicken and said it was delicious. Wait! I'm a chicken, I must be delicious too, well, no more beating around the bush, I'm going to eat this chicken.
Narrator: So Clucky started running to the kitchen, he made himself some chicken wings, he was so delighted, his eyes kept staring at the food and then he ate it.
Clucky: This tastes... wonderful! (Amazed and happy). Is what I needed, it's indescribably delicious!
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Clucky the chicken
RandomWarning: This story is inspired by "Dipper goes tacos bell" with sexual abuse, necrophilia, gore, death and cannibalism. Be warned and reading it is your choice, i am not responsible for trauma or disgust. So enjoy bye bye ;3
