Why did the chicken cross the road? To get away from the existential dread of the abyss of nothingness.
Because, you see, it was a chicken of discerning taste and great posture.
It had a strut that could knock down a brick wall, and a squawk that could curdle milk at 50 paces.
But little did it know, it would soon be the main course in a postmodern existential crisis.
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