Hey, wrong holiday!
Oh, Halloween.
Death, no doubt, is enlisting mortals to do some odd chore. Death gets particularly chatty on this day. Such odd things happen on Halloween.
When Evil Chicken *POOF*s his way down to the bar to his favored table, he noticed something.
Something was wrong... Why were the humans smaller?
Seems Bar deemed it fit to make him wear a disguise to look like human guys.
But he's not a man, he's a chicken B...
"What? Why am I wearing a Santa costume?" Then he noticed the hat he was wearing, and started dancing. "Rich! Filthy rich!!!! Woohoo!"
So, in summary, Santa Claus, on top of a table, dancing. It must be a very sturdy table...
[He's a chicken, I tell you! A giant chicken!]
Death, no doubt, is enlisting mortals to do some odd chore. Death gets particularly chatty on this day. Such odd things happen on Halloween.
When Evil Chicken *POOF*s his way down to the bar to his favored table, he noticed something.
Something was wrong... Why were the humans smaller?
Seems Bar deemed it fit to make him wear a disguise to look like human guys.
But he's not a man, he's a chicken B...
"What? Why am I wearing a Santa costume?" Then he noticed the hat he was wearing, and started dancing. "Rich! Filthy rich!!!! Woohoo!"
So, in summary, Santa Claus, on top of a table, dancing. It must be a very sturdy table...
[He's a chicken, I tell you! A giant chicken!]