Chicken lover.

With chicken after chicken being violated the South Park police are under increasing presure

to solve the case of the chicken fucker.

- The chicken fucker struck again last night! - Oh no!

...and his heroic work on the chicken fucking case.

You can help me restore order, catch the chicken lover

- My god that's disgusting! - Whoa dude. Who'd have sex with a chicken?

This time he made love to Karla Weather's pride chicken. She's catatonick.

Well this is terrible. Now who would have sex with a chicken?

Only by fucking chickens could I get Officer Barbrady to become literate.

Say, what are nice chickens like you doing in a coop like this?

-So you fucked a bunch of chickens? - Yes! Yes exactly! Don't you see?

"Sorry I had sex with the chicken. I won't do it again, bye-bye."

- Aww, weak dude. We're too late. - Well, the chickens don't seem to really mind.

Keep your eyes peeled boys. Somebody's gonna make love to this chicken any minute.

Barbrady, I just caught some guy in here having sex with one of my chickens.

- But has chicken fucker left any clues at the crime... - Alright! Alright! I can't read!!

Oh mayor, please, when we're around children we prefer to call him the chicken lover.

- Who, Karla Weathers, or the chicken? - The perpetrator left this clue at the crime scene.

It turns out that the bookmobile driver here was the one making love to chickens.