Putting on some supes, Gob walked over to his bilg, Jason, who was sitting on a nasp made of some prickly looking twigs.
"Why are you sitting on a nasp?" Gob aged Jason.
"I have to hib these eggs. This was the safest place I could think of to hib them." Jason replied. Gob took the supes off of his face and squinted through the bright glow at his bilg.
"Isn't that the chickens' job? The saying is that there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, not some lunatic sitting on a nasp trying to hib some eggs." Just then, a small man dressed in green appeared and did a crazy little jig.
"They're after me lucky charms!" the little man whined. Gob removed his left shoe and threw it at the tiny man, who ran away gibbering about marshmallows.
"I guess mentioning gold brought that leprechaun out from under his shamrock. Anyway, what happened to the chicken if you're hibbing those eggs?" Gob agged. Jason sighed and adjusted his position on the nasp.
"You know that Bar-Mitzvah we went to? Well, when I was dancing the Fleckelstein I stepped on a chicken. Now I have to hib these eggs. It was the chickens' last cluck-I mean request." Gob stared at Jason for a moment before realizing that it was too bright at the end of the rainbow to be staring, so he put his supes back on.
"I never knew you spoke bird. Guess that makes you a bird-brain, huh?" Gob chuckled a bit to himself about his cleverness. Jason simply rolled his eyes.
"The chicken was a cousin of Mother Goose, alright? They can both speak pretty good English." Watching the short man in green run around in circles with a box of cereal, Gob decided that things made more sense now that Jason had explained himself. Gob figured that he could manage to agg Jason one more question before he had to leave.
"Do you realize that the little chickens will probably think you're a featherless, beakless freak of nature? They'll probably be terrified of you as soon as they're hibbed." Jason stood up for a moment to remove a particularly bristly twig from the nasp. He then turned around and pointed out the feathery suit he had left lying on the ground.
"See that costume, Gob?" Jason agged his bilg.
"Yeah."
"I promised the chicken you'd wear it."
