Hypothesis on the Origins of Chicken Mots: An Analytical Perspective of the Corollaries of Space Bots

Chicken Mots: I picture these half-mutilated soggy Nuggets from McDonald's with the skin off, of course. And they'd be coated in Motts Applesauce in those little lunch pack containers? They'd all have little smiles and speak with chipmunk voices, but if you tread within their vicinity, they wouldn't hesitate to bite the bajeezus out of you.

Somehow, it makes sense that they exist within outer space, along with Space Bots. I picture Space Bots as being these little industrial robots that explore the vast regions of our mighty universe. Chicken Mots would be their little sidekicks, but would somehow dually serve as their antagonist. . .Kind of like a Tom and Jerry thing. Eventually the Space Bots would get so annoyed from having to sift through the plethara of chirping, gravitionless Chicken Mots, they'd just eat 'em as little snacks. Little packets of protein, carbohydrates, and animal gonads.

Somewhere, somehow, regardless of their opposing personalities, the Chicken Mots and Space Bots are attempting to accomplish that goal; what that goal is, however, we cannot say for sure, as we are merely humans. We cannot fully comprehend the true beastial nature of Chicken Mots and Space Bots. They are in a league of their own. . .kind of like those chicks who played baseball during the war and Tom Hanks was their coach?

The point is, we may think that the Chicken Mots and Space Bots are on a mission to travel to the vast ends of the universe, but we can only perceive this from our earthly location. While we become so fixated upon this seemingly fascinated observation, we fail to realize the obvious:

Perhaps there are Chicken Mots in the cardboard container on our lap. Perhaps we just ate some Chicken Mots at a company picnic. Perhaps the Chicken Mots have already be absorbed by the tissues of our bodies, and now we are, in fact, representatives of Chicken Mots ourselves. Perhaps one must ingest the nourishing qualities of Chicken Mots for him to realize that he has Chicken Mots qualities.

You, Deeny, are a Chicken Mot.

AK, you, my friend, are also a Chicken Mot.

But one cannot ignore the existence of Space Bots as well. Whatever happened to them? Well, let me tell you this: Perhaps the car you got into this morning is a remnant of that Space Bot. You would never know.

And let's say you had some Chicken Mots in your car. What would this make you? A Chicken Mot with a Space Bot.

Therefore, you must be on a universal journey yourself. Whatever that journey may be, whether it be to find the ends of the universe, or simply to enjoy a full half hour of Family Matters, you are on a journey. And that makes you a Chicken Mot with a Space Bot.

QED.

As in Quod Erat Demonstrandum