I present to you all... the
feen chicken arc
PART 1: THE PROLOGUE
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Here, you can see our good old friend feen come for help. Nothing out of the ordinary so far, though I did question how exactly it being marinated would impact the cooking process at all.
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Being the amazing person and generally great presence I am, I of course answer his question to the best of my capabilities. It's feen's next messages that sent a chill down my spine:
"wait i can use the oven for this right"
"What? I just said you could roast it," I think to myself. Little did I know, this was a premonition of what was to come...
PART 2: THE PREPARATIONS
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After i so graciously told him how long to cook it for the best results, he comes back to me with this monstrosity. "What the fuck?", I think to myself, "How on earth did he condense it into a brick?" Frankly, i was terrified. I knew without further intervention poor old Feen would find himself in a land of pain, disappointment, and probably salmonella. I think
ken also sensed the disaster-to-be here, as this is where he begins assisting as well.
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Cool, he gave them some space to cook. This is important for many reasons, namely that nobody wants a sad soggy underdone chicken brick for dinner. Then, however, came our true enemy: feen's knowledge (or lack thereof) of the oven.
PART 3: THE OVEN
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He set it to broil. I think it scared him.
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To cap it all off: feen thinks ovens can go beyond 355 degrees Celsius. Just so we're on the same page here, actual literal lead melts at 330 C. The temperature feen believes his household oven can produce rivals the surface of Venus.
As I write this post, feen's chicken is in the oven. here is hoping he survives the occasion.
