You've been a prolific author of erotic literature for a while now, making a small fortune on tales of hard members and wet folds. You couldn't have done it without the help of your secretary, Cluckleberry. She tenderly pecks at the doorframe as she enters your office. She is a chicken. "Cluck cluck cluck..." She trails off. You smile and nod approvingly, waiting for her to finish. "...buck buck ba-gawk?"