~~~~ thelana's chickens ~~~~
Lincoln: The chicken punched the road and then headbutted every car that came across it. Then it bought itself a keychain.
Michael: In order to cross the road the chicken made lengthy calculations based on many unrealsitic and obtuse coincidences. Then it dug a tunnel. In the end it seduced a random passer by to carry it across.
~~~~ halfshell's additional chickens ~~~~
Michael: No-one can ever really understand how lonely it is on this side of the road, or why the chicken stays there and how much it sacrificed.
Lincoln: The road was doing fine before the chicken crossed it, and now there's all this traffic and the road needs a f***ing drink already.
Veronica: I believed in the chicken and did what I could, until I wound up at the slaughterhouse.
Westmoreland: I was never that chicken, but I know where the chicken had its nest...
Pope: I can redeem that chicken, and help it see the futility of always wanting to cross new roads when all that it needs can be found within itself.
Sara: I always find myself drawn to the bad chickens, and then I follow them across the road to self-destruction.
Sofia: I thought I knew the chicken, but now I see that it has already crossed to the other side of our road and left me behind. I need a new chicken...
Bellick: The chicken wanted pants that could only be found on the other side of the road. Special Forces pants, in fact. Let me tell you about the time...
T-Bag: There're chickens and there're ways to cook those chickens, and if a certain pretty little chicken doesn't take the fox on his journey then there'll be barbecue-aplenty in the morning.
Sucre: That chicken is loco, but I'll stand by him anyway.
Sucre 2.0: I hope the chicken likes basketball as much as I do. Maybe the other side of the road is America. I want to cross it too! Look, I've been saving up this nest egg...
Mahone: The chicken led me here, but I have faith it'll lead me out again as long as I don't turn my back on it.
Gretchen: Chickens squawk, and then you do what you've got to do. This one's going to be missing its head soon...
Whistler: I'll stay close to the chicken until we're on the other side of the road, and then it's every chicken for himself.
Viewers: For the love of god, make the chicken's brother grow some hair again already!
~~~~ Extra! ~~~~
Chicken: Hey, where'd my feet go? (bookstorejunkie) \o/