It was 10 pm.
Nuggets had gone home...
...so had wings.
So that was exactly where I was going.
Not home.. no.
WINGS HOME!



I went into her house.
“Hey, wings..~”
I walk further in.
“Hi?” Wings says, confused.
“Aw, is the little chicken wing confused?
Let me make it clearer for you...”
I pulled out a butter knife and a fork.
“SOMONES GONNA DIE!”