 Boc, Boc, Boc, Boc, Boc. Hello? Are you there? It's me. This is a little strange, but I wanted to ask you... What is my purpose? Am I to be the first chicken to graduate from community college? The first chicken to win a starring role in a Broadway musical? The first chicken to fly? A plane? In an air show? Over a Pasek, New Jersey? Or is it your will that I dedicate my life to good deeds? It's like, I don't know, donating my tiny shampoos to charity. What is it you want of me? Please. I am your vessel. What do you have in store for me?