The Pope : mbmbmmlle mumble muble mummbbbllee
Mandela : It will be a glorious day when both a black and a white chicken can cross the road together.
Ming : If that chickens crosses that road again, I'll ban it.
Locke : If I turn around, will the chicken and the road still be there ?
Blake : Chicken, chicken burning bright, on the roads of the night, what immortal hand or eye, could frame thy fearfull picketry.
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