200. Question (or, "It's Bad to Be a Chicken")

[carl_sack_esq]

Crinkle, crinkle.  Ahhh, the sound of a $200,000 check being tucked away in my pocket.  That was a rather satisfying win, I must say.  Good for Mr. Obispo-may he find a new cock and live happily ever after with it.   Ah, the joy of a man and his cock. Oh, pull your minds out of the gutter. I’m talking about the rooster.

Did it take much effort

Comments

[mr_colbert]

Roosters or not, you still googled cocks.

[alan_shore]

For two hundred thousand dollars, wouldn't you?

[mr_colbert]

I'd get an intern to do it for me.

[carl_sack_esq]

Can't handle it, Stephen?

[mr_colbert]

I prefer to not handle cocks, thank you.

[alan_shore]

No, you prefer to foist them on interns.

[mr_colbert]

If a US President can do it, so can I.

[alan_shore]

No doubt, but are you sure it's Clinton you wish to emulate? He was a notorious Democrat. Why, back in the day, one could hardly open a paper without stumbling across some sordid reminder of his political affiliation.

[mr_colbert]

On second thought this might not be a good idea. Everyone knows I'm a Lincoln.

[alan_shore]

He did practice law with one John Stuart. I'll give you that much.

[mr_colbert]

Is that enough to get my face in Mount Rushmore?

[alan_shore]

I'm reasonably certain you either have to be dead or a member of Deep Purple.

[mr_colbert]

*plugs in his electric guitar and plays Smoke on the Water*

[alan_shore]

*times his speech between chords* I imagine the stone carving team will be arriving any minute now to take preliminary measurements.

[mr_colbert]

*still playing the same riff* You don't even need to call them. This guitar is a homing beacon.

[carl_sack_esq]

Ah, we agree again. How very...odd.