The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of chickens are playing poker on a card table in the middle of a giant, mostly-empty aircraft hangar, the air thick with the smell of fuel and a bit of humidity. Like, they're all super focused on their hands, carefully betting with what looks like popcorn kernels. The fluorescent lights above cast a pretty harsh glow on everything, making the feathers on the chickens' backs kinda glow, while a small breeze blows across the hangar, making the cards on the table slightly flutter. A small single-engine plane somehow drives itself slowly around the hangar in the background, completely silent.