Aaalright let's do this one last time...
My name is Beaker Parker. I was bitten... or should I say pecked by a radioactive chicken. And for 5 years, I've been the one and only... SquawkerMan.
I'm pretty sure you know the rest; "With great Squawker comes great chickponsibility." I saved a bunch of chickens, fell in love with a hen, saved the city, and I saved the city again and again and again aaand... again.
But after everything, I still looove being SquawkerMan. I mean, who wouldn't? So no matter how many hits I take, I always find a way to come back. Because the only thing standing between this city and oblivion is ME. There's only one SquawkerMan... and you're looking at him ; )
