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You stagger out of the truck. Most of the bar's patrons are fleeing. "Hey, where's everybody going?" you cry out. "Nobody wants to play with me!" And then you hear something you behind you. You turn around to see a chicken on the roof of the truck, looking at you with its beady chicken-eyes and hissing. You hiss back. Then you see several more drop down from the roof of the truck and join the first one...followed by a dozen more. And as they launch themselves at your face, a flood of tens of thousands of them pours into the bar, attacking everything that moves. Individually...well, they're chickens. In such a huge swarm, you and everyone else are quickly born to the ground and torn to shreds.
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