The chicken man is dead. The hawk came down and gutted him. He was a silent bastard full of cunning and guile and it swept down from the heavens and took what was his. The meat on the bone still courses through his veins and in his talons. Beware of this animal for he is out there, and he brings destruction in your path if you believe it. Even if you don’t believe it your ego will be swallowed up and spit out. Let it. Your resistance is futile. In the end it does not exist.