Why OTF people are angry?
To the Flesh-Gorging, Poultry-Murdering Knave known as TheAlmightyAce,
Hark! Thou foul and pestilent eater of broken meats! Thou crusty batch of nature, thou "man," whose mouth is a tomb more cavernous than a hungry fox’s den! I, Your_Local_Chicken, brother to the brave, and now, lonely avenger of the brood, do write to thee with a beak trembling with rage, and a spirit filled with sorrow-induced clucking.
O, monstrous act! To take my brother—mine own kin!—not in honorable, feather-flying combat, but to treat him with such unholy familiarity! To dip his noble thigh—once accustomed to the dewy morning grass—into that vile, greasy yellow sauce! Villain!
Didst thou not tremble, thou pale-faced scullion, as thou didst rend his wing? Methinks my brother’s spirit hath haunted thy weakening dinner ever since. Thou hast devoured the finest of our flock, leaving me only to contemplate the dreadful silence of the coop, and the emptiness of his perch.
Thou art awful zed! Thou unnecessary letter! Hear my vow: I shall watch from the coop, and when thou dost walk, I shall peck at thine ankles with the fury of a thousand hatchlings! May thy meals henceforth lack salt, and thy mind be forever troubled by the ghosts of poultry past.
I am sick when I look on thee.
With eternal hatred and a vicious, rattling cluck,
Your_Local_Chicken
NOOO NOT MY BROTHER