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You decide to walk over to the Chicken Head first. You can’t resist talking to a guy like that, and his group seems to be pretty relaxed. There’s several cans of beers on the table, and they’re all laughing and chatting without any worry, and despite the fact that his head is a chicken’s he seems to have no trouble talking to the rest of the crowd around him. He’s even got a can of beer in his hand, which he regularly pours down his… beak. You knew to expect some weird things in this place every now and then, but this is out there even for you. Still, you’re curious enough to approach the group and say hello.
“So, if you blink, it snaps your neck.”
“Bull!”
“No, it does! I have it on good authority! Got a buddy who sweeps the place all the time.” The Chicken Headed guy suddenly turns to you. Guess having eyes in the side of your head work out for peripheral vision.
“Hello! A new Boy? Welcome! Come and have a drink!” He grabs a beer from the table and hands it to you. You gladly grab it and sit down in an empty chair.
“Don’t get many senior citizens here. Haven’t seen you before. You new here or been around a while and we just haven't caught you before?”
>Been with the Foundation only a few months, actually.
“Ah. Welcome aboard then! Live long and prosper! Though there’s not many here who manage that.” You eagerly nod in response.
>Excuse me if everyone asks you this, but how did-
He chuckles, and points to his head. “Oh, this? Got it in ‘Nam. Cursed by a village elder for something or other, and then got locked up by Uncle Sam when I started shooting the villagers. Foundation took me soon after that. Cool bastards.”
