Guy: I nearly killed your street chicken three times today by stepping on it....
The Street Chicken is often shunned and avoided by most of us, most likely because of its tendency to live in rather filthy and seemingly plague-ridden conditions. Alternately, within the transient/homeless population of dense urban areas, they are considered to be quite the fine delicacy.
Hobo Joe: nnnnrrrratchet!! nnnrrrrBALLS!!! Ahh, yeah I'm witcha on that. I got mah huntin' gear right 'ere. nnnnrrrflakjacket!!
(Hobo Joe pulls a long, strangely twisted wire-hanger from a large drawstring bag; the end of the hanger is twisted into a small loop, probably so as to catch a fleeing street chicken by the neck)
Hobo Moe: Okay buddy, I got mine, too. Let's get to it; I can already taste it! And I already got us some Street Seasoning.
Hobo Joe: Oh me too! Over at the In 'n Out lot nnnnrrrcrchalkfinger!!! Hey I see a flock of 'em right over there; LET'S GET 'EM nnnrrrrrCRAPCAKES!!!
Hobo Moe: AAAAAHHHHH! (charging the flock)
Hobo Joe: homina homina homina woob woob woob nyuck nyuck nyooooo.....