“We don’t go to the old TBC anymore,” said Zhang with a shudder.
“Why not? I love me some Tennessee Broiled Chicken,” said Yan.
“First of all, it’s closed, so any chicken they have on the premises would be super deadly to eat.”
“Uh-huh, right, sure. And second?”
“Turns out there is a certain number of chickens you can broil on the premises before you get really haunted by dead chickens, and that TBC crossed it a while ago.”