No Chicken

At the London Zoo kiosk a woman in a hijab demanded, "Chicken! Chicken! My Chicken, you have!" The perplexed girl behind the counter picked up every sandwich in the display, one after the other, holding each one out to the woman and asking, "Do you want this one?" ..."Do you want this one?" ... "Do you want this one?", before eventually crossing her arms and saying, "We ain't got no chicken".

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