Your eyes snap open. Breathing heavily you search your surroundings locating the source of noise. It's a fucking chicken. Standing up you scan the three square meter room. It's windowless, with a tall ceiling and a pile of sticks in the corner. The chicken is running about like the stupid animal that it is. There is a door but upon inspection it is locked. Bright neon lights bounce off paper white walls making you push your eyeballs inside your skull. A small sense of relief washes over you, be it for a short time. You don't waste time, your spec-ops training kicks in: you grab the chicken by its neck and hypnotize the beast. It now holds in its beak the paper clip you frequently carry in your pocket. Grabbing a stick off the pile, you instruct the chicken to pick the lock while you rhythmically tap on the door frame. The chicken is now in a state of trance thanks to those sick beats and manages to pick the lock. Like a motherfucking boss you exit the room holding the chicken while explosions go off in the background. Both you and the bird have sunglasses on now, for some reason.
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