Chapter 2
The chicken wing
One of the agents went over to Bobby Joe. "I'll have a chicken wing" said the agent. "Gulp, Would you like fries with that?" asked Bobby Joe. The agent looked at him in a funny way. "I guess not then" replied Bobby and shakily handed him the chicken wing." That will be £2.99 Sir," said Bobby in a shaky voice. The man gave him the strange look again. "OK then, I suppose you could have this one on the house" The agent stirred at the chicken wing. Nothing. Ten minutes later, nothing. Then, just as John was about to lose the will to live, something happened, the chicken wing started to bubble, I am not quite sure whether this was to do with him shining a magnifying glass at it or what but it still started to bubble. Then, after another ten minutes, the chicken wing turned into an agent ( finally!). The agent then started to stir at Bobby and out came the magnifying glass again and Bobby started to bubble then, much quicker than the chicken wing, turned into an agent. " Quick Peo, jump into that pile of chips." John did as the voice told him to. The four agents went off upstairs to the staff room looking for John. What? What did you say? What happened to the other one? Well he got wheeled of by Paramedics whilst the agent was stirring at the chicken wing. Just incase you want to know a disk fragmented into his spinal cord. Any way back to the story, John popped out his head. " Quick, go to that window" John went over, he looked down, the floor was one metre below. "Jump" said the voice. "What?" replied John shouting " It must be about one metre off the ground! I am getting altitude sickness!" " Oh fine then you wool," said the voice " Climb down the scaffolding" " There isn't any scaffolding" replied John " Oh well, I'm stuffed" said the voice and hung up. John felt something on his shoulder. He turned around. There, stirring him back in the face was a very odd looking agent that hadn't been fully morphed and had a chicken wing for a head. John once again peaed his pants. Never judge a book by its cover, or in this case, never judge an agent by his face as this agent was quite posh. " You are going to come with one " said the chicken head agent and he threw John over his shoulder and started walking. Once again, grease trickled down Johns face.
The chicken wing
One of the agents went over to Bobby Joe. "I'll have a chicken wing" said the agent. "Gulp, Would you like fries with that?" asked Bobby Joe. The agent looked at him in a funny way. "I guess not then" replied Bobby and shakily handed him the chicken wing." That will be £2.99 Sir," said Bobby in a shaky voice. The man gave him the strange look again. "OK then, I suppose you could have this one on the house" The agent stirred at the chicken wing. Nothing. Ten minutes later, nothing. Then, just as John was about to lose the will to live, something happened, the chicken wing started to bubble, I am not quite sure whether this was to do with him shining a magnifying glass at it or what but it still started to bubble. Then, after another ten minutes, the chicken wing turned into an agent ( finally!). The agent then started to stir at Bobby and out came the magnifying glass again and Bobby started to bubble then, much quicker than the chicken wing, turned into an agent. " Quick Peo, jump into that pile of chips." John did as the voice told him to. The four agents went off upstairs to the staff room looking for John. What? What did you say? What happened to the other one? Well he got wheeled of by Paramedics whilst the agent was stirring at the chicken wing. Just incase you want to know a disk fragmented into his spinal cord. Any way back to the story, John popped out his head. " Quick, go to that window" John went over, he looked down, the floor was one metre below. "Jump" said the voice. "What?" replied John shouting " It must be about one metre off the ground! I am getting altitude sickness!" " Oh fine then you wool," said the voice " Climb down the scaffolding" " There isn't any scaffolding" replied John " Oh well, I'm stuffed" said the voice and hung up. John felt something on his shoulder. He turned around. There, stirring him back in the face was a very odd looking agent that hadn't been fully morphed and had a chicken wing for a head. John once again peaed his pants. Never judge a book by its cover, or in this case, never judge an agent by his face as this agent was quite posh. " You are going to come with one " said the chicken head agent and he threw John over his shoulder and started walking. Once again, grease trickled down Johns face.