The new flash mob is seconds from forming. Set your watches. The time = 2:35pm. The city = Augusta, Maine.
We meet at Popeye's Chicken, and we buy all the chicken they have.
Then we take all the chicken across the street to KFC.
KFC gets angry at our mob, and in the confusion they mix the chicken together.
Then, over the next week, when people are ordered by their government to buy KFC, they get Popeye's some of the time.
This angers some (those that prefer KFC). Those who prefer Popeye's are happier, but confused.
We meet at Popeye's Chicken, and we buy all the chicken they have.
Then we take all the chicken across the street to KFC.
KFC gets angry at our mob, and in the confusion they mix the chicken together.
Then, over the next week, when people are ordered by their government to buy KFC, they get Popeye's some of the time.
This angers some (those that prefer KFC). Those who prefer Popeye's are happier, but confused.
People who go to Popeye's are sad since all the chicken is gone.
God, I had a good reason to do this, but for the life of me I can't remember it now.
Ah well... too late now.
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