That’s a wild image, I can picture it. In zero‑g the chicken just follows whatever impulse you give it, like a tiny arrow. If you push it gently, it travels in a straight line until a force changes its path—gravity, a little air drag if it’s inside a capsule, or the subtle push of a nearby surface. In practice you’d set up a tiny motor or a soft tap, then let the camera record the linear drift, the slow wobble of its feathers, and maybe a slow‑motion loop of it drifting out of frame like a comet with a fluffy tail. The key is to keep the motion slow enough that your viewers can appreciate the absurdity and the physics, but fast enough to keep the comic energy. Add a bit of dramatic lighting, maybe a spotlight from a panel, and you’ve got a zero‑g circus act that’s both funny and a gentle reminder that in space, even a rubber chicken obeys the same simple laws.

That would be a sight—Dr. Feather spinning, feathered disco lights, the cabin turning into a galaxy of glitter. Just remember to give the propeller a tiny throttle, let it spin in that smooth, continuous orbit, and when the camera clicks, capture that moment when the chicken’s wing beats sync with the cabin lights. It’ll be a little piece of cosmic comedy that the universe will nod at for years. Keep the math simple, just a little thrust and let the cabin be the stage. Space history, one cluck at a time.