<quoted text>Is that a threat, chicken? Yup that sure sounds like a threat to me. Guess I shall have to call for back up, oh rusted roaster, BBQ tongs. HEH! HEH! Soon, oh so soon you will be on a platter on my dinner table.
You don't scare me any more, Frmr, on account of I'm depending upon your devotion to the piglet to keep me safe from your bloodthirsty fangs.
I spit on your stupid rusted roaster, and your BBQ tongs as well.
Apologize at once, sincerely, and I'll allow you to tickle me all the way into your Hollow, where the lights are still out, I hope.