We just got a whole box of baby chickens in the mail here at Circus-ville, USA. They are so cute, but I am trying really hard not to name any of them. They are tasty. They are tasty. They are tasty. Chicken are for eating. Chickens are for eating. Chickens are for eating. And drawing. 
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Chicks are not tasty. Do not eat the chicks. Do not eat the chicks. They are already named, whether you know it or not. The chicks are for drawing. Focus on your oneness with the chickens. Focus on your oneness with the chickens.
Oh Greta, I'm not going to eat these. See the one on the left. He's called Cedric.
I ate Cedric yesterday. If eggs are good, and chicken is good, than why wouldn't these little furballs be tasty too?
Seriously, they really do just eat and poop. eat and poop. eat and poop. They know their destiny. We must accept it too.
Cedric is, um..was the worst. He pooped and ate all at once!
Now, Cecile, she's a rockin' chick. We certainly won't eat her......wait....what's that yellow piece of feather hanging out of Carlos' mouth?
Yep, nevermind about Cecile.
Hey, any of you touch Cedric and the light stick gets it. Cecile, she can look after herself. That's rock and roll.
It's okay to eat the chicks because all they do is eat and poop? All babies do is eat and poop. So by your logic...
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