Daniel Nicholas Mardirosian
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Why a fox? Why not a horse, or a beetle, or a bald eagle? I’m saying this more as, like, existentialism, you know? Who am I? And how can a fox ever be happy without, you’ll forgive the expression, a chicken in its teeth?
I don’t know what you’re talking about, but it sounds illegal.
*From Fantastic Mr. Fox*