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Well boys and girls of all species ....
Will the plucky chicken elude the maniacal machinations being launched to cook his goose?
Will dave languish in his cozy coffin dreaming dreams of Am and KK as his life blood drains into the vampiric coctail shaker?
Will the intrepid captain remember the plan in time to remind the crew that pshrynk's bar is NOT the final destination, ... maybe ...
OR ....
Will the perspicacious poultry-bot disguise himself to elude KK's bat and the captain's plasma rifle - by slipping a pair of shades over the tell-tale luridly glowing red bionic eye -- and fitting in with the rest of the crew loudly demanding Happy Hour at the bar?
Hmmm....
"You there - kangaroo boy - I'll have a dry Martini on a rock - and don't forget the beer nuts!"
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