Laser Chicken was on vacation in Philadelphia when he got a frantic call from the OUTER SPACE PROTECTION AGENCY!

"Laser Chicken! Thank Bob we've reached you! We need your help once again! Strange green tentacles from space have begun attacking Omaha! Only you can save the city!"

"Gee, Commander," said Laser Chicken, "I just ordered a Duck Fart, and it cost almost EIGHT BUCKS! Let me enjoy my drink, and then I'll see if I can phase myself over to Omaha and have a look..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and Laser Chicken took a sip from the glass that was just handed to him.

"A Duck Fart!?" the Commander practically shrieked! "But buildings are being destroyed! Lives are being lost!"

"I realize that, Commander," said Laser Chicken, "but DAMN, this drink tastes good..."

---RFY