Words of the Constant
Chicken
It's extremely not-alive.
It's a little chicken.
It's conked out.
Cadaverous.
How could such an hilariously inept creature continue to thrive?
Dormant.
Awww... poor little guy.
Love the look, little chicken.
I wish I could sleep standing up.
Didn't put up much of a fight.
A fowl fellow!
It sleeps standing up!
Chicken Fricassee!
My delicious, delicious friend!
It's marinating.
It has met a death worthy of its life.
Walking meat.
I wish you foul dreams, fowl bird.
No one will grieve you, fowl beast.
Foul fowl.
Dreadful bird dreaming dreadfully.
Poor little guy.
Haha! We love chickens!
I wish we could sleep like that.
Death looks better on you than life ever did.
Hideous poultry.
Even in sleep it is ghastly.
I promise I will go on without you!
Can't fly. But then neither can I now.
Probably dreaming he was a flying bird.
All its functions have irreversibly cessated.
A domesticated Gallus Gallus.
Experiencing unihemispheric slow-wave sleep.
WADDL'D OFF THIS MORTAL COIL
HATH BEEN PLUCK'DED
HOW DOST IT SLEEPETH SO?
I don't think it's getting back up.
It's an ugly chicken.
It still looks ugly.
Is dead cluck-cluck.
Little cluck bird.
Is sleepy times.
Winner winner, chicken dinner.
A bird's a bird.
Getting some shut eye.
Walk'd tha'plank.
Yer a tiny bird.
Be grabbin' shuteye.
So sad
Ba-gawk!