Chapter 11

Epilogue I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, J. J., you've traveled the world, seen it all, don't you know a barbecue when you see one? Sure, kid, I know a barbecue. Every dog knows a barbecue. Best smell in the world. But why tell the Chicken Squad? They're always looking for something to do. It keeps 'em out of my hair, plus, Tail finally learned his shapes. See? Everybody wins when you let them find their own way. And let's not mention the eating-chicken thing, okay? They may act tough, but I don't think they'd take it very well.

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