Marshal, ever since they started dumping some unknown liquid into the water over in Japan, everyone who drank it began to change. Our chicken world changed too, and we grew brains. Sure, we evolved human bodies with chicken heads, but we still couldn't escape the fate of being exploited. We may have become intelligent, but the world still doesn't accept us. They use our new bodies for heavy labor, making us guard the gates of their mansions, run back and forth buying and delivering their meals, and do the lowest, hardest work. Marshal, I said again, we work for ourselves, so why don't we get paid? He cried again, "We do, but they make so many deductions. We have to work from nine in the morning until nine at night, and the food they give us is filthy. Worst of all, at our wages, we'd have to work for at least thirty years without eating or drinking before we could afford a chicken coop. The coop's usable area is tiny, but its shared area is the entire courtyard, Marshal..."
