It's moments like these that I wonder why there isn't a movie about some crazy bioengineer gene splicing chickens and spiders to produce the ultimate drumstick supply. And then of course something goes horribly wrong.

 Hey Jacques: try the ultramarine filter. 

 And now for Chapter 2

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