$CHICKO, wHO???
Bruh, you don’t know Chicko? Lemme tell you about this absolute unit of a rooster. My guy’s got literal chin balls—like, not even joking. Dude was supposed to get shredded by Big Egg Corp™ like all the other male chicks, but nah. Chicko said, “Not today.”
Now he’s out here hustling 24/7, flipping memecoins, and giving Big Egg the middle feather. They hate him because he’s got the balls to fight back.
“Fake chin balls,” they said. Nah, bro, those bad boys are real, and they swing with PURPOSE.
Chicko doesn’t just play the game, he runs it. Big Egg’s scrambling, their yolks are cracked, and Chicko’s out here clucking, “Catch me on the CluckChain, nerds!”
Chicko’s got balls. Big ones. And if you’re not on board, what are you even doing with your life?



