Is it his superhero sunglasses? His cool, wings-crossed attitude? His elaborate sports sandals? Just what is it that makes the Wings Express chicken so unpleasant?
While the above attributes of dress and posture are distasteful, what really impresses us is the bird's willingness to adopt the mannerisms of disaffected youth for the purposes of luring more of his kind to their dewingment.
Or, then again, maybe we're being too hard on him. Maybe he is the deluded youth (although he does give the appearance of a narc in pool party drag), and he deserves our pity and not our scorn. Maybe he's just some poor sap, a true believer, who espouses the Wings Express philosophy sincerely.
No matter how the unpleasantness of his existence is best explained, he is not the first chicken to work this side of the street. We have seen deranged chicken kids and chicken tweens before. So he's only the continuation of a sordid lineage. For isn't he the high school (or maybe junior college) version? And can't you just hear him, imagine his faux-surfer drawl as he waxes wistful?
"Life's a beach—huh huh! Life's a beach and then you die, dude. And then you have your wings wrenched off, breaded, and fried."