Announcer. And now Malt-O-Cod, the malt food drink that’s brain food, presents…
(Music: Fanfare.)
Space Chicken. Bwuck-bucbucbuc-buckabucbuck-buckAWP!
Announcer. The adventures of Space Chicken!
(Music: Theme, in and under for…)
Announcer. Yes, it’s Space Chicken, the avian ace whose skill and quick wit are matched only by her sheer stout-hearted pluck!
Space Chicken. BuckAWWWWP!
Announcer. Oh! Sorry. I won’t use that word.
(Music: In full, then fade under…)
Announcer. As you recall from last week’s episode, Space Chicken had been rocketing across the galaxy in her streamlined space racer, the Pullet Bullet, when suddenly her ship was entangled in a strange alien farce field.
Space Chicken. BuckAWWPbucbucbuck!
Announcer. Weird alien beings with green skin and long green robes materialize in the cockpit of the Pullet Bullet.
Space Chicken. Brawwwk!
Alien Being (reverberating voice). Greetings, earth traveler! We are beings from a distant star, and we demand information from you.
Space Chicken. BAWWKbucbucbuck!
Alien Being. No, not the disposition of your earth fleet. We have no interest in military matters. We have been studying your earth philosophy, and we want you to explain to us the difference between the Aristotelian and the Cartesian conception of the self.
Space Chicken. BucBAWWKbucbucbucbuck!
Alien Being. We have brought these persuasion devices to convince you if you are recalcitrant. It would be best to begin at once.
Space Chicken. Bwawwkbucbucbwawwk!
Alien Being. Well, of course, I am familiar with Descartes’ famous dictum. Everyone in the galaxy has heard that one.
Space Chicken. BucbucBAWKbuck!
Alien Being. Well, that’s ridiculous. You can’t just say that Aristotle meant the same thing when he said “I” that Descartes meant. That‘s avoiding the issue.
Space Chicken. BuckaBWAWKbucbucbuc!
Alien Being. Yes, I know, thinking animal. But there must be some substantial difference between them.
Space Chicken. BWAWK! BucbucbucBAWWWK!
Alien Being. Is that so? Well, perhaps you will not be so stubborn when we have applied our persuasion devices.
Space Chicken. BuckAWPbucbucbuc!
Alien Being. Yes, these are aqueous projection units. They emit a broad stream of water which will cause the uncomfortable and unpleasant sensation of being wet.
Space Chicken. BRAWWWWKbucbucbuck!
Alien Being. You still refuse to state the difference between the Cartesian and Aristotelian notions of the self? Then you leave us no alternative.
(Sound: Loud squirting and splashing and flapping.)
Space Chicken. BAWWWK! BAWKABAWKABAWKABAWWWWWK! BRAAAWWWKABUCBUCBUCK BRAWWWK BRAWWWK BRAAAWK! BRAKKABUCKABRAKKABRAWWWK! BuckAWWPBRAAWPBRAWWWWWK!
Alien Being. Look out! She’s mad as some sort of previously unknown life form that we have no proverbial expression to describe!
Space Chicken. BRAWPA BUCBUCBUCBRAWWWWWK! BRAWWKBRAWWKBUCKAWWWPABRAWWWP! BRAAAWKABUCKABUCKABUCKABRAWWK!
Announcer. Will the mysterious aliens survive their encounter with Space Chicken in her wet form? Don’t miss the surprising answer in the next thrilling episode of Space Chicken!
(Music: Theme, in and under for…)
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(Music: In full, then out.)