I got dibs on the breast.

We need more dry ice.

Smoke, is that you?

Smoke, you copy?

This is mountain root.

I'm cooking a brisket for dinner tonight.

You're just such an easy target.

It always comes back to the duck.

No smoking, no pets. You wanna smoke, you do it outside. No.

The reasons usually just boil down to the gavage, which is the force feeding.

You smell to smoke and blood.

Your brain perceives first a duck,

Honey, we're having leftovers.

Tear gas, smoke. Hippie control. You're tough.

Man, I ain't got the chip with me.

Then a rabbit, then a duck again.

Grapple with the duck rabbit,

BLT, cheeseburger, welldone, fried egg on white, hot wings smoked sausage tuna melt and the chicken fried steak must be for you.

We'll beat the ducks right to ya.

I want you to pop green smoke and come back to those pillars.

The Kamo runs through Kyoto.

CF An Eskimo holding a stone to her chest.

I suppose that means that, after all, people taken for a sucker give off a 'sucker aura'.

Wouldn't we be like ducks in a Cylon shooting gallery?

You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.

Show me Who's next? Ma, you want me to cut my handle off or what?

Meat, I just love meat

Meat, Hike meat

When it crumbles (when it crumbles)

See, somehow I can't forget you... after all that we've been thr

Duck with peaches on those little fingerlings and first of all some mineral water.

O, he's the courageous captain of compliments.

A butcher deals in meat.

That meat is chicken.

My breasts.

On the other hand, we have our friend the domestic chicken.

The destination death row, state prison.

Where'd you lift this from?!

Beef?

Here we are meat.

The irony.

Looks like meat, tastes like meat.

Makes my heart hot

Cold brain

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