Aside from the bestial porn film my college friend so carelessly told me about while we were doing lunch, another reason why I have a nauseated look every time I pass by a rotisserie is my introduction to "Frankenchick", the featherless, genetically modified chicken (I wanted to decapitate Eurydike when she sent me the Frankenchick image via e-mail).

How could you possibly eat such an ugly creature? Hell, this is not a chicken. This is a deformed, mutated monster.

I just love my vegetables