What do you do when you’re in the National Guard, sent to protect the ICE men from a flock of chicken suits who don’t even throw eggs and only ruffle their feathers?

When the frog suit hops out and joins in?

Do you say, “They can’t pay me enough to break the laws of human decency. I’m going home. I’ll take the ICE men with me and let them melt their fat in private. Enough is enough, and this is more than enough. Goodbye, tyranny. Hello, America. Chickens, you can go home, procreate, and lower the price of eggs.”