I was born as chicken thigh meat on a farm in Mississippi. I was injected by hormones but advertised as organic. I was rolled in tempura batter and took a boiling oil bath against my will. I was packed into a kids meal and sold to a nice little family: two parents, one boy, and a dog. The kid, however, mercilessly devoured only half of me, leaving me as who I am today — a sentient crooked nugget. Do you want a large coke with that?