"Fuck! Fuck!" Jet knew he was in trouble when his sense finally kicked back in, the surround pink and permeating smell of raw egg/chicken filled his nostrils. Before he could fully grasp his surroundings, the pile started moving and a terror inducing sizzling noise could be heard off to the side. As soon as the plate landed on the counter, a shadow cast over him. "No-NO SMACK"
Humming to himself, Smack figured that Jet would be snackish after their latest discovery and successful testing of their gun. Although, strangely enough he could've sworn that had heard his partner in crime inside of the kitchen, but all he found was the fridge door slightly ajar and his plate of chicken prep was out. "Might as well" Shrugging and turning on the oil, grabbing the plate and setting it down. His eyes lit up with every pop and fizz that arose from the pool's greasy surface. In a matter of moments the oil was ready and he reached into the plate, grabbing what felt like a well coated piece of chicken and was ready to see it sizzle in vat of oil.
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