what if words stopped working the way they would normally, what if yours was the acrid tongue of a dead dog, a putrefying disaster, prose decomposing seven sorrowful times faster than a human cadaver because "that's just the way dogs work"
power rangers never used chickens to beat the evil ya know? i would rather get inside zekrom head and drive him like a robot firing lazers around the city and stepping on schools than raise a oversized white chicken with a butt that fart explosive gas.