Are you all right? Do you need a glass of water? Maybe you should just… Yes, yes, have a seat. It's true—this is a lot to take in.
Just when you're over the cook-me pumps, you get to the hot pants. As soon as you clear that hurdle, you're faced with the giant chicken breast. Make it past that, and it's the basket of tiny (baby?) chicken parts. And you're still south of the neck! This thing is a whole project! It could be hours before you're through all of it. But we wouldn't recommend dwelling on it that long.
We would suggest limiting your visit to Suicidefood City. With sexy chickens staffing the firehouse, we cannot vouch for the place's safety. Leaning provocatively against the trucks, will they attend to the alarms?
The real question, which we can no longer ignore: Do they look at fires as opportunities for "career advancement," which, to sexy chickens, means "getting cooked and eaten"?