That human suit, we have a final version

With Granny’s imminent arrival, I’ve had to rethink a number of things, not least of which is the hot chick(en) suit. Mind you, I’ve had to rethink the hot chick(en) suit for other reasons too - mostly because human males seem to have a peculiar glitch in their circuitry. Faced with curves and tresses they go all ga-ga. They start to drool and fawn. They also do other bizarre things like winking, leering, whistling and trying to touch. Well, just so everyone is clear about my views on this, the last creature who tried to paw me ended up limbless – though lifeless might have been kinder.

Needless to say, I've trekked back to the erstwhile seamstress and told her to can the ongoing development of the hot chick(en) suit – it just attracts way too much attention. Instead we’ve come up with something a bit tamer and which will hopefully help me blend in. Hindsight of course is a wonderful thing and I can’t help wondering whether High Command didn’t have it right when they issued me with the really lame human suit – no one noticed me at all when I wore that. But still, I don’t want to prove them right and admit to a mistake on my part. Chickens with attitude just don’t stoop so low – our motto is, “We’re never wrong!”