cooliosis

It's in Your Soup Chicken was furious.  How had he gotten himself into this situation?  He, the Primordial Chicken of old, had for eons drifted from coop to coop, feeding on the life force of hens to keep himself alive.  But now, now he found himself dashed into tiny little chunks and separated into dozens of cans of condensed chicken soup, diced head and all.  How could he be so naïve?  He desperately tried to fuse himself together, drawing hundreds of cans together from the conveyor belts of the shipping factory in an effort to reconnect his bones and meat.  But no, the aluminum proved to be too strong.  He lay in pieces, simmering and inc