Am I finally getting through to you chicken cowards? At long last, have I left you with a sense for courage?
Or is my task futile and you were born a coward and you will remains always cowards, with me trying to figure out to talk to you in the only ancient language you understand: the language of cowards.
Bawk Bawk Bawk Bawk Bawk
Bawk Bawk Bawk Bawk Bawk
Bawk Bawk Bawk Bawk Bawk
Bawk Bawk Bawk Bawk Bawk
Bawk Bawk Bawk Bawk Bawk!
You tell me. I'm just trying to create some balanced reporting here and see the world as you cowards see it. Inform me on how you chickens communicate among chickens.
