Two Guys, A Bird, and a Pony Place

"Aw, come on, Dad! You can't love your youngest daughter more than your oldest son!" Junior Huhnmörder whined, his sapphire eyes beginning to mist over.

Fritz Huhnmörder simply gave his 19-year-old son the finger, then pointed to his empty eye socket. His nostrils flared in anger as he growled through his teeth. He gestured toward the cybernetic fowl to add a few words.

"Bawk babawk, buk bugawk, bubwak bah!" Robot Chicken clucked angrily, accusingly pointing a wing at the boy in the tight blue booty shorts.

Junior got over his hurt feelings and proceeded to lunge at his father, only to be met by a push from the latter. He fell to the ground. Reaching for the table, he accidentally pressed a button and a huge burst of light enveloped the three.