“A chicken brothel?” asked Yuffie.
“Oh yes,” said Smoke, “it’s the next big thing in bird life.”
“So chickens come here and hire, what exactly?” asked Yuffie.
“Anything they want,” replied Smoke, opening a door.
Before them was a small room with a messy bed in the middle. In the bed lay a very frustrated looking egg, and beside it, a very satisfied looking chicken, puffing on a cigarette.
“Well,” says Smoke, “I guess this answers one question…”