He puts his greasy fingers under your chin and says " It's some gangster chicken." You take a bite and your gag reflex kicks in. Yet you hold it in, for daddy. He takes a bite from the other side and talks about how gangster his chicken is. It was indeed some gangster chicken, but not enough to stop gagging. You swallow. You both collapse. You can barely think. You hold his hand and die on the floor due to the old-ass chicken. He took you to Flavortown.
