Iunno how ya fuck up THIS bloody bad but th' new sheila's left th' bloody cluckbeast pen open so now I gotta go find a bunch of chooks cuzza this bloody galah.
I mean yeah, but unforrtunately th' bloody things in th' woods would also love to eat some frree chooks. And we definitely just lost a couple to th' moobeast pen. #impliedanimaldeath
Norrmally I'd agrree but I know I surre as hell ain't goin' into th' bush to gettem 'erre. Somethin' ain't rright bout them trrees and I hearrd th' sorrta cluck that made my fangs itch.
... Everry damn day, mate. I ain't goin' in afterr th' little buggerrs but I surre as hell worrrry they'rre gonna come back out afterr me. Thank ya kindly ferr th' warrnin' but 'm well awarre of things worrse than death.
#horrrrorr
Arrrright, gotcha. Ain't surre they'rre all that locked up. They'rre only in th' pen overrlight so theirr dumbasses don't go wanderrin' out into th' bush. Got mostly frree rrange aside frrom that.