Iron Chicken Chef (before battle)

<Hm…>

<Can anyone tell me what this food is meant to be?>

'Tis quite simple!

Manager Esquire! Is not chocolate such a delicacy? Thus, we put it in the cooking.

Next, I utilized oranges as a substitute for potatoes, for I much dislike the tuber.

What? Who do you think you are to take spuds out like that? You're a right baffling bird.

<Okay, but why is the chicken so brutally torn to bits?>

It was customary in our town to rip chickens into bite-sized pieces using one's hands. It was a treat to remember.

<And what's this black thing? Why's a lump of coal in the pan…>

Complaining an awful lot for a mouthless cuss. Do you even know how to eat this stuff?

……

Grhkk!

The chickens rushed at us under the Distorted restaurant owner's short yet decisive order.