The Chicken
This is a parody of Edgar Allen Poe's 'The Raven'.
Once upon a graveyard shift, while I stared in wonder at a many forgotten piece of food upon the floor, pondering on how long after it grew fuzzy would it begin to move once more. There came a BAM! as if Emeril himself were slamming, slamming his hand upon the KFC door. "What a moron," I muttered "it's 1 a.m. we're not frying food anymore."
I moved towards the counter, hoping to be rid of the nuisance plaguing my otherwise peaceful workday. "I'm sorry dude, but you are being rude so please remove yourself from the door before the authorities are called." but when I saw the clear glass door, darkness there and nothing more.
Looking deep into the darkness, stalling, standing for a long time, falling, wait falling?
I looked down as the ground grew closer, there sat a bird about the size of a toaster.
Once on the floor I looked into its small beady eyes, I would hear a phrase that made me wish that I had gone straight through the door. Quoth the chicken, "Fry some more."