Name: Afra Kabob
Date of birth: March 7, 2005 (now deceased)
Sex: chunk of chicken breast
Height: 2" x 1.5"
Weight: 2 oz.
Income: Not sold separately
Occupation: Lunch
Your Background: (Brief Write up) The only interesting thing about me happened after I died. I was slaughtered, then plucked and chopped up. Then I was sliced into kabob-sized chunks, threaded onto a skewer and marinated. Mmmm.
Details of Parents: They clucked a lot. My father liked to announce the sunrise.
Father's Name: If I type it here, Islamica will censor it. Hint: It rhymes with clock.
Occupation: Crowing at the break of dawn
Family Income: Lots and lots of eggs
Mother's Name: Hen
Her Occupation: Full-time egg-layer
Brother: Too many to keep track of
Sisters: Ditto
Joint/nuclier: Bok bok BOK
Please provide a writeup of your family: Shut up or I'll peck you. Except I'm dead and about to be served with naan and rice.
Selection criterion for your would be life partner: I have my eye on one of the other kabob chunks on my skewer.
Qualification: He's in close proximity to me on the plate. Also, not too spicy.
Employment status: Ready to be eaten
Place of residency: Kabob King restaurant
Age group: Eat him before he gets cold
Fair colour: He's more of a reddish-yellow hue.
Photo: (i'm second from the top)
...i just succeeded in making my
self really hungry. my God, I WANT KABOBBBB. but it's 3 am