What the hell is going on with my chicken?

'Jamaal: It's movin' and shit. Aw, hell.

911: Sir, are you saying that your chicken is moving?

Jamaal: Yes.

911: Aren't chickens supposed to move? Like every other animal?

Jamaal: No! It's my fried chicken! What the fuck!? It's making noises!

911: Sir; I doubt your fried chicken is making noises.

Jamaal: Aw hell naw... Naw man. It's movin' towards me. Aw shit.

911: And what is your name?

Jamaal: Jamaal.

911: And your last?

Jamaal: Man I can't remember! Alls you need to know is that my chicken is coming to get me!

911: Sir, sir, calm down.

Jamaal: I don't think you'd be so calm if your chicken was chasing you.

911: I doubt your chicken is chasing you. It's dead. It can't move.

Jamaal: What the hell? The chicken! The chicken just jacked my TV!

911: *sighs* Sir, what is your address?

Jamaal: Somewhere in Compton. I don't know! Miss, I'm asking you politely, send down a cop or something.

911: I'm not sending down a police officer because you think you're fried chicken is moving!

Jamaal: Aw fuck! It's back. I gotta run!

911: Sir; there's nothing I can do about your "situation".

Jamaal: Aw hell! You're gon' have to send down SWAT for this shit.

911: Sir! We are not sending SWAT because you think your chicken is moving.

Jamaal: Man what the fuck? That thing just raped my wife! There's something wrong with this shit!

911: Sir-.

Jamaal: AW NO!!! IT'S GOT ME!! IT'S GOT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

911: Sir? Sir? Fuck it.

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