The fight for the last chicken wing was as gruesome as ever. The chicken wing suddenly disappeared. Two minutes later I found it near the toilet. I picked up the chicken wing when it suddenly transformed into a French fry. It wasn’t a chicken wing anymore, so I threw it away when suddenly it started flying. The chicken wing flew off, but soon flew back with an army of chicken wings and I had nowhere to run. All the chicken wings ganged up on me, until I realized I had a ketchup bottle in my bag. I shot condiments at the food like a soldier in war; there were chicken wing casualties all around me. One by one, the chicken wings jumped on top of me and I slowly turned into a chicken wing myself. At last, I would live the rest of my life as a wing, where I would defeat angry burgers.