You currently stand naked in a glass tube in the laboratory of the Department for Food Safety. Outside the tube, engineers busy about the control consoles. All this work and technology for the simple task of Health Inspection. Seems a bit much.
One of the engineers gives you a thumbs-up. You brace yourself as the air in the tube crackles with energy. The lights dim as all energy is directed towards the Transformation Machinery.
You begin to shrink and wisely choose to seat yourself, just before your hands and feet shrivel away into your arms and legs. Soon they're little more than fleshy stumps. Your skin becomes cold, clammy, and goosepimpley as your skeletal structure is warped, stretched and fused to match that of a bird. Your insides hollow out into a large cavity that obliterates your heart, lungs, and other things that would technically now be classed as innards.
The whole process is painful but quick, and soon you're nothing more than a raw chicken. A raw chicken that can move that is. You give your drumsticks and wings a test waggle. You can also flex your torso. It's not much, but it's better than nothing.
The tube slides into the ceiling. One of the engineers picks you up. You are carried through to another room, trussed tightly with sting, swaddled in cellophane, and chilled to keep you fresh, then shipped out to whatever restaurant they want you to examine.
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