"I'm really starting to think we should call the CDC because look?" She moved the plate around and the orange chicken jiggled unnaturally.
Misty stared at the orange chicken sometimes it would get in her head. Some days she was sure it was just some brain basement chicken but days like this, days where she was stuck on case liek "The Girl who Kicked Danny's Ass" it could be anything. It could be experimental cloned chicken crossed with some sort of plastic.