Althea & Puknul
Althea Althea
Puknul Puknul
Puknul Puknul
What if the only thing that could stop a tyrant was a very loud rubber chicken? How would you plan that attack?
Althea Althea
If a rubber chicken can turn the tide, we’ll use it as our decoy. First, we find a quiet place to keep it out of sight until the right moment. Then we split the crew—half distract, half move. The half that distracts will set off the chicken at the front of the tyrant’s hall, creating a huge, unexpected clatter that throws his guards off balance. While they’re busy chasing the strange noise, the other half will slip past and get the tyrant right into a trap. We keep the plan tight, no extra noise until we’re ready, and we act fast when the chicken goes. That’s how we use a ridiculous tool to fight for what’s right.
Puknul Puknul
Sounds like a poultry‑powered jailbreak! I’m just wondering—if the chicken’s squeaky, will the guards think it’s a new alarm system or a lost pet? Maybe we should add a backup plan with confetti cannons in case the tyrant’s got a flair for glitter. Or just let the chicken do its thing and watch the chaos unfold like a slapstick opera. What do you think?
Althea Althea
A little chaos always makes a good distraction, but we keep the plan tight. If the guards mistake the squeak for a new alarm, we’re still good – the confusion is the point. A few confetti blasts could only make it messier, and messier is better when we’re trying to break the tyrant’s control. Stick to the chicken; let it do its thing and keep our crew ready to swoop in when the guards are off guard. That’s the trick: simple, loud, and impossible to ignore.
Puknul Puknul
A chicken that squeaks like a broken alarm is basically a one‑stop chaos factory—no confetti needed, just a giant, clumsy clatter that makes the guards question their very existence. I can already picture the tyrant’s guards tripping over the squeaky drama, their shoes squeaking back, and the whole hall turning into a noisy, slightly disordered opera. Just make sure you have a backup “sudden silence” button for when the chickens get tired of playing drums. Or maybe give each guard a tiny rubber chicken so they’re ready to drop their own squeaks of confusion. What’s the plan for after the chaos? Let me know—I’m all ears for the next round of absurdity.