Allah Akbar and the Funky Chicken

There was me, that is Frat, and my three bros, that is Pete, Jeffy, and Gloria, and we sat in the Library sportsbar trying to make up our rassoodocks what to do with the mascot. No press release, this is what we knew. But instead we fancied us up some ultraviolence to what we had already given to a good bloody. We were all feeling a bit shagged and fagged and fashed, it being a night of no small expenditure with we had done what to Rebel Bruiser and Rowdy Rebel and what had come before. One thing I could never stand was to see a filthy, dirty old mascot, howling away at the filthy songs of his fathers and shouting about the South as it might be a filthy old orchestra in his stinking, rotten guts. I could never stand to see anyone like that, whatever his age might be, but more especially when he was real old whitehaired like this one was. What we were after now was the old surprise visit. That was a real kick and good for laughs and lashings of the old ultraviolent. 

Our rassadooks met with the same conclusion after we sucked down some milkplus, that what is served at the Library sportsbar, that is barley plus hopps and some foams. Me other bro, that is Willie James Huff a.k.a. "The Funky Chicken" a.k.a. Allah Akbar came to the Library sportsbar and we thinks the best new mascot he will be. The three plus me arranged for an interview before the announcement we were to make: