WRITING GAME #9







THE PLAYERS:
Matt
Glenn
 

The curtain went down and the actors proceeded backstage,
unaware of the horror that they were about to witness:
All of a sudden, the ground around them
opened up with a majestic beauty, revealing the
large chicken who wanted revenge after the actors
stole his copywrited and beloved dance.
"Why have you stolen my beloved and
copywrited dance? You stupid whore!"
"Cluck cluck cluck," the angry chicken yelled as he
lunged forward and killed the miserable fool.
He watched the fool die, staring at
the blood glistening on the floor as
he began to masturbate, I mean, pleasure himself, no, jerk off.
Anyway... after the murder, the yellow beast went back to his
lair to fuck its mate. Its mate was
very voluptuous and the yellow beast wanted
to grab those voluptuous breasts. But he couldn't because of his wings
and lack of hands. Back to the breasts, they were nice.
The yellow beast wanted to grope them
with its paws, but there was important work to do.
Now, the chicken's pet dog had strong hands, and when
he had to whack some mobsters from the other barn family, he used
the other two people as human shields
as he made his way to the out house, because
the chicken soup made him shit his brains out.
Don't ask me why the chicken ate chicken soup but he did.
I have no idea what I just said. Any-
way, I decided to surprise him and be progress-
ive. So I hid under his nest and waited all day
when I planned on jumping out and cuffing his feathers
as he came to me. I didn't know what happened
then, but it sure was... ummm... "stimulating." Yeah.