First off, I want to say that I really wish I had a band named Fancy Chicken. We would strut around on the stage and impress people with our wicked fanciness.
Next, I hate my neighbors. They have fancy chickens in their front yard. I want to pull a heist and make the chickens my very own. Everyday as I drive to work, I’m reminded that those bastards have fancy chickens and I have none. The owners have paid the fowl in exotic grains to prance a little sassier at exactly 8:15, Monday thru Friday, I just know it.
They look a little something like this.
Battle Bunny 