Chicken & Paneer

 

Credits to google images

 

Chicken: Heard of Queen Bee? Yeah, right! That’s me. I am loved by every person alive due to my mouth watering taste.

Paneer: FYI, not every person, ALMOST every person. I hope you know the difference. And look who’s talking of being alive. You value higher after death. Such a shame! Tch-tch!

Chicken: I create a legacy. I die a martyr’s death. I sacrifice my life so that my next generations will get a good life & a tasty death.

Paneer: I am surprised at your point of view. You really deserve to die and be served in forms of pakora, tandoori and what not. Huh, a martyr! The point is you can’t save yourself & others don’t want you to be alive & this “BEING A MARTYR” is just a reason to console yourself.

Chicken: You full-of-fat bitch! You got no rights to talk to me like that. I give immense pleasure & good night’s sleep to people. I am a martyr & a high-priced prostitute, which you can’t afford & you can’t digest my name & fame.

Paneer: About digestion, yes you also create more problems for people who eat you in excess for the so-called GREAT TASTE. Just like you, I also come in different sizes & tastes and I am glad that I ain’t a prostitute like you.

Chicken: You come in different sizes & taste but your demand is limited, may be decreasing steadily *tongue out*. And mine is ever rising since the first time people knew how SEXY I taste.

Paneer: Now you want to tell me about your sexiness! Please don’t bore me with your self-praises because they aren’t what you think/say. The world doesn’t need you & hence it is killing you. The world is selfish. I am also suffering & so are you. Hard to admit but it’s the naked truth.

Chicken: Can I speak my mind? This exact thought crossed my mind too. We’re no martyrs. We fulfill their purpose of good taste & hence we’re kept in the refrigerators & cooked well. We’re superior to them.

Paneer: Yes! They are the parasites because they feed on us. But in the end, we all gotta eat to survive. Remember the food chain & unfortunately, we fall in the beginning of it. Our bad luck.

Chicken: There there! It’s okay. We’re doing fine & I assure you if there comes an apocalypse and the whole human race is whitewashed, we’ll be the first to enjoy life on Earth again.

Paneer: And yes, we’ll make sure the tables will be turned & it will be us who eats them & not like the present times. Heard of Venus fly trap? We’ll name ourselves “Human Ego trap”. We’ll rule Earth.

Chicken: Pak-Pak! I am scared because I heard the owner unlocking the door and today is Friday, the day of non-veg. My time is over, I guess. See you on the other side friend.

*refrigerator door opens and chicken is dragged*

 

Paneer *sobbing*: See you on MONDAY!! Stay strong & don’t get extra fried or else it’ll be difficult for me to distinguish you.

*refrigerator door is slammed!*