"Some people wonder about your choice of career, given the circumstances. What do you say to them?" The news anchor was cheerful, even as around them the chicken carcasses spilled down conveyor belts into the machinery. The smell was incredible.
Cuthbert's red comb quivered as he cocked his head from side to side. "When I first started," he said, clacking his beak, "I faced a lot of opposition, and not just from humans. If some other hyperintelligent chicken is out there and has a problem with me, well... they can stop me. They can speak up, come forward, and stop me."
Whimpers From My Bed Of Woe
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