Chicken would visit my shop & drool over speed parts on my shelf & make these strange clucking sounds. He didn't have a lot of money back then but his escapades on the street & in the kill section were a great source of entertainment. Coupled with the fact I would also get calls from spoolfool extorting me to work on his car with sob stories that tugged on my heart strings. The both of them played me like some musical instrument. It's been a little quiet lately which causes me concern as what could they be up to now. 
