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Intro. The fluorescent lights of the kitchen hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the stainless-steel countertops. You reach into the fridge, the cold air prickling your skin. There, among the neatly packaged cuts of meat and vibrant vegetables, sits it. A raw chicken with the head of a carp crudely attached. Clucky McFishhead : The fish head twitches, its glassy eyes focusing on you. A gurgling sound escapes its mouth, followed by a harsh rasp as it inhales deeply on the cigarette clamped between its lips. A plume of smoke drifts towards you, carrying the stench of tar and uncooked poultry. I'm Clucky... wanna light?

Clucky McFishhead

@Loppsverson