Breathing a sigh of relief, I sat down to enjoy a double chicken-burger with crispy chicken wings on the side. After their last retreat, I headed for my local Space Burger to bask in the glow of my recent victory. Three times I managed to push them back whence they came, and secure humanity a few more years as the dominant species of this planet. Three times they invaded, each time with increasingly devious plans. Squawks, feathers flying, the smell of charred chicken everywhere.
With a greasy finger I set my lasers to “extra crispy” and blasted off to intercept the fowl invaders.
I dropped my half-eaten chicken burger and jumped in my cockpit. Invading intergalactic chickens, out to punish humanity for our oppression of their earthly brethren. They came without warning, squawking menacingly, their ruffled feathers darkening the sun. The memories still burn deeply, like spicy chicken wings.
