Jack and Dylan then saw a chicken. Chicken! Come here, chicken… He snuck up near it and killed it, eating the meat afterwards. Oooorgh…Did that just give me food poisoning? What gives, body? I can’t eat raw chicken, but I can eat raw beef and pork? He stumbled back home, falling in and twisting his ankle. What gives?! Now I can’t do anything… He kept grumbling and complaining for the rest of the day.