Today is another one of our patented uplifting mediocre fights, this one about a suicidal chicken. The question that sparked today’s Mediocre Fight was posed by our guitarist/vocalist/lead creepy guy Adam when he asked “Whoooah dude, my mind was just blowed. What if the chicken wasn’t crossing the road to get to the other side, but he was crossing the road to get to the other side. Like, death. Like, a suicidal chicken.” I decided to humor him, mostly because I was really busy today and this would be a quick drawing (heart you Adam!).
So here on the left we have what everyone assumes he was trying to do. But no, according to Adam this is just plain wrong. The chickens eventual goal was his demise via truckular means. Why was the chicken suicidal? We may never know. Maybe he was lid off at work. Maybe he was tired from waking every morning at the crack of dawn and just couldn’t take it anymore. Maybe he found out his hen honey was steppin out on him. Or, maybe he just lived in Detroit. Whatever the case, we hope he found what he was looking for. Rest in peace, little chicken buddy. I bet you’re delicious.
As always, if YOU have a mediocre fight you’d like to see contact us any way your little heart desires. Leave a comment here, tweet us @MediocreFight, find us on Facebook, shoot us an e-mail at The Mediocre Fight, or send us a note by carrier pigeon. Just make sure it’s not a suicidal carrier pigeon.