>be me
>home alone
>tryin' to sleep
>hear weird noises coming from downstairs
>walk down to investigate
>notice the backdoor is left ajar
>turn the lights on and close the door
>see a shadowy figure quickly disappear into the kitchen
>that's when i noticed it
>the floor was completely covered in chicken bones
>literally thousands of chicken bones
>this is very strange because my wife only cooks pork and beans
>i slowly make my towards the kitchen
>the entrance is blocked by a heap of chicken bones
>i peek through the chicken bones
>see a man sitting on my kitchen floor
>he's eating more chicken than i've ever seen
>have no idea what's going on
>but the little girls understand
>wha!
>yeah!
>come on, yeah.
>yeah, come on, yeah.
>oh, yeah..
