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Long ago, in the crispy skies above Mount Gravy, Bono, the sunglasses-clad God of KFC, ruled with a greasy fist over the Golden Bucket of Eternal Chicken. This bucket was no mere vessel—it was said to contain the original 11 herbs and secrets of the universe, passed down by the Colonel himself in a flaming drumstick dream.
But trouble brewed in the indie heavens.
Radiohead, the glitchy titans of emotional dissonance, had grown hungry. Led by the cryptic warlock Thom Yorke, they cast lo-fi spells to steal tenders from Bono’s sacred supply, whispering lyrics like curses: "Everything in its right place… even your chicken."