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Villager: Chicken Nuggies

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ID: #208149

Name: Chicken Nuggies

Gender: Female

Location: Dragonsmaw Manor

Born 3 years, 6 months ago

Career: Alchemist

Owner: DogNamedCat

Species: Velociraptor

Color: Bearded Vulture


House: Dragonsmaw Manor House (1/90)

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Chicken Nuggies's very special treasure!


Velociraptors are basically just giant killer chickens anyway... so it makes sense to reverse-engineer one from a chicken, right? That was how Chicken Nuggies was born. Because life, uh, finds a way.

(Paintie by me.)

Comments 8

    • o h
      i m s or r y
      i like raptors

    • (i have more weird chicken related poems if you want lmao)

    • You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry. You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry. Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.

    • Gimme gimme chicken tendies,
      Be they crispy or from Wendys.
      Spend my hard-earned good-boy points,
      on Kid's Meal ball pit burger joints.
      Mummy lifts me to the car,
      To find me tendies near and far.
      Enjoy my tasty tendie treats,
      in comfy big boy booster seats.
      McDonald's, Hardee's, Popeye's, Cane's,
      But of my tendies none remains.

      She tries to make me take a nappy,
      But sleeping doesn't make me happy.
      Tendies are the only food,
      That puts me in the napping mood.
      I'll scream and shout and make a fuss,
      I'll scratch, I'll bite, I'll even cuss!
      Tendies are my heart's desire,
      Fueled by raging, hungry fire.
      Mummy sobs and wails and cries,
      But tears aren't tendies, nugs or fries.

      My good-boy points were fairly earned,
      To buy the tendies that I've yearned.
      But there's no tendies on my plate!
      Did mummy think that I'd just ate?
      I screech while hurling into her eyes,
      My foul-smell bowel-dwelling diaper surprise.
      For she who is un-pooped on is she who remembers:
      Never forget my chicken tenders.

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