So, Clemens and I were struggling with who / what the spicy-mickeys’ lawyer should be. I had a moment where I thought what if it was like a dolphin or something, which then Clemens said chicken. Then, I remembered good ol’ Paul Bunyan Land in Brainerd, MN. Both of us had been crushed by that tic-tac-toe playing chicken as children. Suddenly, everything crystalized and we now get a bunch of chicken jokes. Win-win.