I mean, this didn't taste like chicken. It tasted like lamb, which is what it was. I mean that there's something slightly unsatisfying about a Wednesday Night Smackdown. Like, it should be slightly exciting and unorthodox because it's not a Thursday, but it tastes like chicken. Like alligator meat. Or what I imagine alligator meat would taste like.
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