Living with uncertainty

Mental Health
Later that night, back at the lair, he got down on hand and knee to beg forgiveness. "I have failed you, Master; he would not guess what."
The Master strode out from the shadows, its possessed body's clumsy backwards strutting in no way detracting from the dreadful aspect of this evil being. From the chicken's rear end it spoke: "It is of no importance, Kyle. There will be others who are more susceptible. Others who will ask what. And when they do..."
"Yes, Master. I will tell them: Chicken butt.
A muffled laugh. "And then they will be under my control." 

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