Tastes like Chicken
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I stumbled down the street my guts feeling as if they were being ripped apart, the night street lights hardly providing adequate light, the worst thing was my hunger had grown to monstrous new heights. As my ship rose heading for home, my last thought before cryo-sleep took me was, why had the humans called us cockroaches? XXNX Taking a deep breath the first he’d had a chance to in days, George had to plan there was a way out of this he just had to find it. Finally I made it aboard, breathing in the pure air of home world I could feel my intelligence slowly return. Coming to another highway George had to get across to escape finally on the other side he sat to slow his breath. Life is a Turkey
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George had been running for miles, shit they were fast!
