Issue 57: here's an equivocator that could swear in both the scales against either scale
God I love chickens.
And by the way, I really like how Hugo there (that's what I've named him after watching the clip for the umpteenth time) steps into his crow. Now that's style!
That myth the roosters crow at dawn-- bull shee-I-it. I just got back from a place where the rosters have no circadian rhythm. This one's got style, but roosters still scare the bejesus out of me.