We are the Rubber Chickens of the corn

The sound of our hollow polyurethane clucking strikes terror into the hearts of all who would dare to oppose our mighty rubber wrath.

We shall fall from the sky by the millions upon our enemies, and we shall vomit vinyl acetate by the gallon.

Then they that laugh at us shall know the weight of a trillion tons of puking Rubber Chickens.

May the wise know that we are strange and demented and that nothing can stop our insanity from ruling the universe with our mighty rubber bodies.

We shall haunt thine enemies in life and in dreams with the cold plastic fury of souls embodied in lowly and deranged toys.