“Damn rancid chicken.”
“Damn chicken. Come eat your dinner. I'm cold.”
“But about the smell of rancid butter... There are good associations too. When I think of this rancid butter I see myself standing in a little, old world courtyard, a very smelly, very dreary courtyard. Through the cracks in the shutters strange figures peer out at me.”
“The devastation of his actions, his meanness, felt like bags of rancid trash heaped around him.”
“When chickens get to live like chickens, they'll taste like chickens, too.”
“But this was no ordinary chicken. This chicken was evil manifest.”