Think you're the dominant species of this planet? Think again.
I remember the day of the invasion well. The memories still burn deeply, like spicychicken wings. They came without warning, squawking menacingly, their ruffled feathers darkeningthe sun. Invading intergalactic chickens, out to punish humanity for our oppression of their earthly brethren. I instantly knew what had to be done. I dropped my half-eatenchicken burger and jumped in my cockpit. With a greasy finger I set my lasers to "extra crispy" and blasted off to intercept the fowl invaders.