
Oh China… China China China. With your over population, your weird internet filters, and your love of producing shit cheap and fast. You’ve got it all wrong. We here in the US can only wonder what sort of country would make the father of a crying child pay for 400 dead chickens. I mean, I would CERTAINLY pay for 400 dead chickens if my daughter had the ability to cry, then make them stampede, lose all their feathers from running so fast, fall into a cutting apparatus which would hack off the undesirable parts, trample through some flour/breadcrumb and egg mixture and then into some hot oil, where some other Chineese guy would fish out said chicken parts and then stack them high on a plate or in a series of styrofoam boxes and deliver that to my house. If she also could make the Hooters girls deliver said dead chickens with some cold beer, bleu cheese and celery, we would have a deal.