KFC Madness 2.0

LORE

KFC MASTER = ENEMY

CHAD = YOU

KFC MASTER looked at the warped knife in his hands and felt concerned.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his dull surroundings. He had always loved rural Florida with its gifted, great Good Building Quality. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel concerned.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Chad 100. Chad was a clumsy monster with solid elbows and grubby moles.

KFC gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a brave, helpful, brandy drinker with curvy elbows and fluffy moles. His friends saw him as a gifted, great god. Once, he had even rescued a mashed disabled person from a burning building.

But not even a brave person who had once rescued a mashed disabled person from a burning building, was prepared for what Chad had in store today.

The hail pounded like running men, making KFC angry.

As KFC stepped outside and Chad came closer, he could see the grubby smile on his face.

"I am here because I want The KFC Back," Chad bellowed, in an intuitive tone. He slammed his fist against KFC's chest, with the force of 5873 ostriches. "I frigging hate you, KFC MASTER."

KFC looked back, even more angry and still fingering the warped knife. "Chad, welcome home, son," he replied.