The Algorithmic Swing.
The Crabbies try to optimize Chester Cluck's golf swing with laser grids and data science. The results are hilariously destructive.
Previously on Chicken Chronicles... The Crabbies arrived. Chester accepted them. He did not, however, accept their help with his short game.
Optimizing the Slice
"Pause!" buzzed BB, the little yellow bumblebee-bot. It scurried onto the tee box holding a protractor the size of a pizza.
"I'm in my backswing, BB," I gritted out through my beak.
"Your hip rotation is 12% suboptimal," BB chirped. "Adjust vector 3 degrees North-North-West. Initiating guidance protocol."
Suddenly, laser grids appeared on the grass. Peeches (the security peach-bot) started measuring wind speed with a tiny antenna. Jackee (the building-bot) began constructing a 'stance stabilization platform' around my ankles.
"Swing now!" BB commanded.
I swung. Or tried to. Locked in the grid, I spun like a top and whacked the ball... directly backward into the clubhouse window.
"Interesting," BB clicked, recording the crash. "We need more data."
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